Pop U Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

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