Youngbloodz - Pop, Pop, Pop Lyrics
Its attic crew, know what Im sayingWant our corner back, a-town, home team ruleFor realIts like shake, rattle, rollIt all started 105 creel roadAnd all yall niggas hitting licks, who didnt knowIts 50 niggas behind these closed doorsSo dont lose your grip, dont run your lipThese niggas pull them thangsAnd they cant know worth a flipBut whos to blame, time done changedFeet off in some grease, slicker than it was manBrand new look, cause its a brand new dayGonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your waySee somewhere down the line, you must have *****ed upI was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs upSee back in the day, you know it for shoGrandma said she aint play, and they aint play a radioSo I took up them words, got back on the curbNow Im bumping like a mug, aint no getting the 3rdNothing but dirt, being doneAint honest work, but it bringing in them fundsI said Im trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slumAnd highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum niggaHookPop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, hes a gonner blackThe a-town niggas want they corner back*gunfire* stick emWe looking for em, dont be wid em***** back and let that thang, thang, hit em, get emNow be prepared for when a time come for us to bustAs I engage in ways, out as a stray, like crazeDeep in this everglaze, took ? taser nuts?Out in the battlefields, now what it isYou cant understand as I fulfill the needTo take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your assNow feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the pathSo is it a ? ? ? for acting like a *****Youngbloodz, atlantas own, two strong off in this shitAnd if with them whips, you tripReady to fight for what you claimAs if its a game of nuts, dont see what this might containSo now you in range to gain the strength off which you feedBut as you can see, you headed for trouble, thats you and meAnd with full speeds, you reapin and tweetin on down the lineSo nigga here it is, cause niggas steady on the grind niggaHookIll get em back, trying to sack up my last little dopeI wonder if these boys got a scope on your foreAnd I know they dont, really dont give a shitAll I know, these niggas puttin a hand on my profitGonna quit, really soonGot thangs, ? ? ? , right back on the clock and boom andYou losing your mother*****ing mind, better realizeYou gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eyeSo, dont make no dumb moveYou outside your boundary nigga, the home team ruleRemember my nigga, see we done put it down for yearsWhat the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like thisSee your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched upAnd your back, looking weak, cause money sure cant knuckYour casket closed you got stuck in red dirtAnd I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt niggaNow through the dust I seen you coming from a mile awayNow give me three within this distance and be on your wayCause nowadays these niggas act as if its all goodTo walk around with smiles, as if they know they couldAnd if they should, Id be the first to let these niggas knowThat I aint the one to be played, so leave that for them hoesAnd to them fake ass niggas who swear they realBetter know what to do before you find yourself revealedHook
