Pop U

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u



You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u



Who that nigga is

What that nigga claim

Juve wild magnolia

It's an uptown thing



Soulja watchin' over me

So I'ma let it rain

Just give me the weed, the mic

And I'ma let it off the chain



Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it, I ain't have no money

Now I'm back, what the cost is

[Incomprehensible] on my wrist lookin' gooey

These ain't Birdman's, these is real Gucci's



Turn around the corner

Motherfucker tryin' to sue me

Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece

We rock, we he roll, where he got control



Me and my mans and them

Get the brains out these hoes

If she can dance, then

She can romance nice and slow



Be in a trance like it was

Your man's pipe in the hole

I've been sippin' a little somethin'

Just stop servin' the game

It feel good to be an OG, I'm deservin' it mayne



I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, the nigga

The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey



You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u



You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u



Now ain't no tellin' where I might be

'Cause there's a million other creeps

Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me

Call 'em my stunt doubles



So if you think you hit Luda' with the Krueger

I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles

On the double, lookin' for trouble we started

The eye on my gat is cocked it's retarded



I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green and I'm so hot

I told machine's people call me 'I Robot'

Bang to the boogey boogey, bang bang

Let my little partner borrow my necklace

And hit bitches with the same chain



Its not computer love, I'm gettin' great brain

Got a hard drive but they blow me out my mainframe



Now how you like that?

I got your momma pitchin' quarters

On the corner gettin' cornered

And come right back



I'm makin' tight stacks so if it ain't Juve or Luda

Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap



I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, the nigga

The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey



You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u



You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u



Got the Mack in the grass

And the nine in the dumpster

Duck when they pass

One time wanna dump ya'



Hunger, that's what I got in my veins

Take shots from the Henny

Just to straighten my aim



Now, I raise my middle finger, "Fuck the world"

And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl

Yeah, I'm 'bout my paper mayne

I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne



I know you know this is Crack

And he's back and you mad

'Cause we did and they yack-ity yak



In the sack when we slid in

Mommy shakin' they ass

She want some big bills

Tip drill, she wants a tip drill



It's ya' nigga crack

Live with some fresh cut

Side of the highway

Ridin' that's the best fuck



And you can keep them hotel keys

'Cause we gon' fuck these bitches

Wherever we please



I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, the nigga

The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

I'm the nigga, nigga

The nigga, the nigga, nigga

The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey



You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u



You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you

I'ma have to pop u