Pop U (Featuring Fat Joe & Ludacris)

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

Who that **** is? What that **** claim?

Juve wild magnolia, it's an uptown thing

Soulja watchin' over me, so I'ma let it rain

Just give the weed, the mic, and I'm gon' get it off the chain

Y'all actin', like that **** lost it

I ain't have no money, now I'm back, what the cost is?

Kiss that Ravel on my wrist lookin' gooey

These ain't Birdman's, nope, 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

Where he rock? Where he roll? We 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 a hole

I've been sippin' a little something just observin' the game

It's feeling good to be an OG, I'm deservin' it, mane

I'm the ****, ****

The ****, ****, the ****

The ****, ****, you love to hate

I'm the ****, ****

The ****, the ****, ****

The ****, ****, you love to hate

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

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 Ruger

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 retarted

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

I told machines, "People call me I Robot"

Bang to the boogey, boogey, bang, bang

Let my little partner borrow my necklace

And his bitches with the same chain

It's not computer love

I'm gettin' great brain

Got a hard drive, but they blow me out my mainframe

Now 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, ****

We don't even like rap

I'm the ****, ****

The ****, ****, the ****

The ****, ****, you love to hate

I'm the ****, ****

The ****, the ****, ****

The ****, ****, you love to hate

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

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 have in my veins

Take shots from the Henny, just straighten my aim

Now, I raise my middle finger, fuck the world

And 'em donuts in the car better make ya hurl

Yeah, I'ma bout my paper mane

I'm fully loaded like them **** in Jamaica, mane

I know you know this is crack, and he's back

And you mad, 'cause we did, they yackity-yack

In the sack when we slid in, yeah

Mommy shakin' they ass, she want some big bills

Tip drills, she wants a tip drill, that's it

It's ya **** crack live for a 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 ****, ****

The ****, ****, the ****

The ****, ****, you love to hate

I'm the ****, ****

The ****, the ****, ****

The ****, ****, you love to hate

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U

You gon' make me pop U

I'ma have to pop U