Pop Off Lyrics

Got swag, it's obvious
On the block I'm Mr. Marvelous
Got an attitude like I'm popped and they say
It's Me that's always starting shit
Try to say that it ain't but they telling me
Why they would be in the hardest shit
But it ain't my fault when they're pulling out that bullet that went through they cartilage
Wrestling with the streets as I be traveling down these dusty roads,
The slum, I show from the slum, I come with a story that must be told
As a shawty I came up broke, listenin to rock the belt
Never fuck 2 bitches at a ti'me, Henny blocks the tail
The hurt mic was not to real, so it made my pockets swell
Even through the recession, nu-uh, my cars is not for sale
It's a shame I give it all up, if a nigga really wanna get into it,
If I utta do you know I gotta buss a nigga you don't really know what I've been through (diss)
Came at the crip because we not what you expect,
Got the niggas on the block, got the fapas on deck
Must not be from here you should have knew the click is not soft
Homie I suggest you ride for some shit pop off

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GMG, got the pistol by my side,
Get the fuck up out my face if you don't want no shit to
Pop off, pop off, pop off
I got muscle, so respect my hustle,
When you're coming at the duffle if you don't want no shit to
Pop off, pop off, pop off

Oh no it can‘t be this, Shawnna is the craziest,
Get all in a bitch face and smoke on the shit that's the stankiest
Eat rappers like I'm in another contest and then they the tastiest,
You say you can beat it, well they don't believe you, athiest
From the city where the niggas don't play that
One shot to the dome will get you layed out
When I, when I, when I pull up in the Maybach
Bla , bla with the shot, nigga take that
Make that be the feeling that you're gettin
When you're dealing with a nigga like me cause I'm about that
But you prolly never been around a nigga like me
I'm a real OG, never doubt that
Out back, city of the bang bang, when they slang cant come up out the same thang
Chain hang, down to my wrist piece, talkin all the bullshit you cant miss me
This be G to the MG plus that M to the O E trust that,
Straight through the door we, respect
You all niggas know me, I'm the lieutenant so salute me Nigga
Please believe me cause I ain't afraid to shoot these niggas
Got them burners on deck got them hookers in the back
Tell that hoe she betta chill for these niggas get the yac and pop off

GMG got the pistol by my side,
Get the fuck up out my face if you don't want no shit to
Pop off, pop off, pop off
I got muscle, so respect my hustle,
When you're coming at the duffle if you don't want no shit to
Pop off, pop off, pop off