Pop Off (feat. Bizzy Da Don & Mob Jonez)

When the money coming in We gon get it muhfucka Get your money lil n*gga Growing up in Southside I ain’t never been a sucka I was bucking at them n*ggaz If it’s beef with my n*ggaz Then pop off My n*ggaz known to let them shots off If it’s beef with my n*ggaz Then pop off My n*ggaz known to let them shots off I rep Colli so hard I should’ve been the mascot I got the fiends on line Like laptops Spit bars that remind them Of the crack rocks Click clack That’s the sound when the gat cock We stacking No throwing up gang signs Bentley’s got a drive Like Kobe on baseline F*ck Em if they hating N*gga let the bread stack 4.5 let off 6 I call it headcrack If you ain’t know before Now you know the Don spit I’m running with them hawks Like Josh Smith Like a bakery You know we getting dough I never cuff a hoe, why That’s a double O F*ck who you are N*gga who with you Fill you up with lead Like a number 2 pencil Smoking like a chimney Holla at your fucking Don Blowing like proximities They calling me the fucking bomb When the money coming in We gon get it muhfucka Get your money lil n*gga Growing up in Southside I ain’t never been a sucka I was bucking at them n*ggaz If it’s beef with my n*ggaz Then pop off My n*ggaz known to let them shots off If it’s beef with my n*ggaz Then pop off My n*ggaz known to let them shots off You n*ggas starving And you looking for a fucking meal I’m just tryna get a fucking deal And I ain’t worried how another n*gga feel Get a n*gga killed like that Cuz I got stacks That’s the art of war scrap And if I ain’t home Leave that money under the door mat And if I bang it on you don’t call back Where ya balls at You a bit too close You need to fall back For $15 you’ll get your skull cracked Real rap I know y’all could feel that Been there did that I could get your baby moms Grandkids kidnapped All he heard was *bang* Now he don’t know where his wig at No black on black violence though Show me where the pigs at Man I should chill yo I think I over did that 521 ain’t gon like it when he hear dat I’m from a town Where it’s way too weird at Hustling is the thing But the music is our dreams When the money coming in We gon get it muhfucka Get your money lil n*gga Growing up in Southside I ain’t never been a sucka I was bucking at them n*ggaz If it’s beef with my n*ggaz Then pop off My n*ggaz known to let them shots off If it’s beef with my n*ggaz Then pop off My n*ggaz known to let them shots off Tell a n*gga pop off Time to knuckle up I shot his top off why Cuz I change my mind I ain’t have time to f*ck him up Had to make a drop off So my n*ggaz buckle up Got a white hoe driving So the cops don’t f*ck with us It’s sad to say But I deal with racism everyday That’s why I play the parkway Yo what the streets say Call up Mob I can get your ass anything But a job I ain’t your fucking mom Shit right place and right time I’ll f*ck your mom I’ll pop a pill F*ck her till she squeal Probably chill Wait until her daughter come And see how them tits feel Then I’ll dip When the money coming in We gon get it muhfucka Get your money lil n*gga Growing up in Southside I ain’t never been a sucka I was bucking at them n*ggaz If it’s beef with my n*ggaz Then pop off My n*ggaz known to let them shots off If it’s beef with my n*ggaz Then pop off My n*ggaz known to let them shots off