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Pop Off
149
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pop Off was released on November 10, 2025 by Real Speech Entertainment as a part of the album Dirt & Diamonds
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Release DateNovember 10, 2025
LabelReal Speech Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hatch Wiseguy
Hatch Wiseguy
Rap
Astray
Astray
Vocals
Paradime
Paradime
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Suarez
Aaron Suarez
Songwriter
Shawn Grossman
Shawn Grossman
Songwriter
Freddie Beauregard
Freddie Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foul Mouth
Foul Mouth
Co-Producer
Blizzard
Blizzard
Producer

Lyrics

We go crazy we need a head doctor
We pop off like Orville Redenbacher
When we red dot ya
And the lead got ya
You going down down down
I'll bend yo bitch
Play her like Nintendo switch
My Venmo's lit
'Cause them know, my pen so swift
Gunnin'
Mouth runnin' like fast and the furious
But how come when we beefin'
I'm the last one to hear of it
I ain't paid like Jay-Z or Donald Trump
But she call me Herkules like Mama Klump
Ganja Blunt
Fancy places where you ain't been spotted once
Mother fuckers gettin' pissed on the like bottom bunk
Reeno always tell me that I'm too humble
Facts though, mac hoes
I don't even use bumble
So many fuckin' punchlines I got bruised knuckles
Hella slick, and I never snitch
Like the cool uncle
Huh
Blast ya like NASA in a new shuttle
Whole crew armed
Might fuck around and group hug you
Yeah
Now you sorta had a break
But get your less than average ass
Out my more than average face
We go crazy we need a head doctor
We pop off like Orville Redenbacher
When we red dot ya
And the lead got ya
You going down down down
We slide through guns'a blazin
Make you run like an alien invasion
For us it's a very fun occasion
You going down down down
Yo, how you doin' everybody
Oh my bad it's been a minute
You understand I've been so busy
With all these rappers as my children
I gotta feed and burp 'em
CPS all on my case because I beat and hurt 'em
It makes me so sad they've seen this version
Of they dad
But see they moved me to this mood with all they fruitiness
It makes me loose my cool
And throw my shoes all in the gluteuses
Hear the drums, know a fights comin'
So light somethin'
Who got the crowd
Snatch it right from him
On sight cousin
Every line I write, tight
It's like a pipe tuggin'
This chubby white boy done ran the D
I'm like Mike Duggan
I slap them ice cold bars, Dime a goalie stick
Since my school days
Never been fugaz' like a Roley click
An 80's baby, Reagan mask on, on my Bohdi shit
Picture Spicoli's stogie lit
With a Stoli fifth
I'm a trip like a brick in raw form
And I'm top shelf, like pricey booze and liquor store porn
We go crazy we need a head doctor
We pop off like Orville Redenbacher
When we red dot ya
And the lead got ya
You going down down down
We slide through guns'a blazin
Make you run like an alien invasion
For us it's a very fun occasion
You going down down down
We go crazy we need a head doctor
Written by: Aaron Suarez, Freddie Beauregard, Shawn Grossman
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