Pop, Pop, Pop Lyrics - Singles - Youngbloodz

It's Attic Crew, know what I'm saying 

Want our corner back, A-Town, home team rule 

For real 

It's like shake, rattle, roll 

It all started 105 Creel Road 

And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know 

It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors 

So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip 

These niggas pull them thangs 

And they can't know worth a flip 

But who's to blame, time done changed 

Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man 

Brand new look, 'cause it's a brand new day 

Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way 

See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up 

I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up 

See back in the day, you know it for sho' 

Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio 

So I took up them words, got back on the curb 

Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd 

Nothing but dirt, being done 

Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them funds 

I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum 

And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga 

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black 

The A-Town niggas want they corner back 

Stick 'em 

We looking for 'em, don't be wid' 'em 

Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em 

Now be prepared for when a time come for us to bust 

As I engage in ways, out as a stray, like craze 

Deep in this everglades, took [unverified] 

Out in the battlefields, now what it is 

You can't understand as I fulfill the need 

To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass 

Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the path 

So is it a [unverified] for acting like a bitch 

Youngbloodz, Atlanta's own, two strong off in this shit 

And if with them whips, you trip 

Ready to fight for what you claim 

As if it's a game of nuts, don't see what this might contain 

So now you in range to gain the strength off which you feed 

But as you can see, you headed for trouble, that's you and me 

And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line 

So nigga here it is, 'cause niggas steady on the grind nigga 

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black 

The A-Town niggas want they corner back 

Stick 'em 

We looking for 'em, don't be wid' 'em 

Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em 

I'll get 'em back, trying to sack up my last little dope 

I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore' 

And I know they don't, really don't give a shit 

All I know, these niggas puttin' a hand on my profit 

Gonna quit, really soon 

Got thangs, [unverified] , right back on the clock and boom and 

You losing your motherfucking mind, better realize 

You gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eye 

So, don't make no dumb move 

You outside your boundary nigga, the home team rule 

Remember my nigga, see we done put it down for years 

What the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like this 

See your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up 

And your back, looking weak, 'cause money sure can't knuck' 

Your casket closed you got stuck in red dirt 

And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga 

Now through the dust I seen you coming from a mile away 

Now give me three within this distance and be on your way 

'Cause nowadays these niggas act as if it's all good 

To walk around with smiles, as if they know they could 

And if they should, I'd be the first to let these niggas know 

That I ain't the one to be played, so leave that for them hoes 

And to them fake ass niggas who swear they real 

Better know what to do before you find yourself revealed 

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black 

The A-Town niggas want they corner back 

Stick 'em' 

We looking for 'em, don't be wid' 'em 

Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em', get 'em