Pop N' Go ft. Real Don Hallett Lyrics

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

They probably waiting for a nigga just to drop

Probably put like two up in a soda make it pop

Zo be taking bitches to the mall, just to shop

Told her let's take off, got a place we can rock

Got a place that we can go

Chilling on the island, smoking dro, and getting blowed

Like the way she looking, so I'm going with the flow

Bro done caught a case but he smoking on the low

Already on two cases, hope they really let them go

Hope they really let him go

Time keep passing while I'm blowing on some O's

Potent smoke, that be filling up my lungs

While I'm sipping on that potion

Swear to God, I run it, pull up to the function

Gucci down buttons, and I rock da bucket

Know I'm from the struggle, and my fit the dumbest

And all these hoes be flocking, all these jawns watching

And she trying to watch me, trying to catch my body

But I be tipping on em, young nigga fresh to death

And he pulling in that foreign, man you know I be gripping on it

Yeah you know I be tipping on her

Young nigga, I'm fresh to death

You know I gotta tip it on em

Ayy, Know she bout to ride till it's live

I'm just trying to chill poolside

Mixing up my cup, I'm trying to vibe

Rocks all in my watch, I prolly drown

They probably waiting for a nigga just to drop

Probably put like two up in a soda make it pop

Zo be taking bitches to the mall, just to shop

Told her let's take off, got a place we can rock

Got a place that we can go

Chilling on the island, smoking dro, and getting blowed

Like the way she looking, so I'm going with the flow

Bro done caught a case but he smoking on the low

Already on two cases, hope they really let them go

Remember I was sharing clothes in the trenches with my cousins

Picture this, the bitch flipped out and told me I was buggin

No loving, tryna flip the script and run it

No telling if it's love, I pop n' go, now bitch I'm running

You be like my brotha, cause we coming from the gutter

Smoke me up an ounce and now I'm smooth like some butter

Yo bitch is finna flutter and she like the words I utter

Your a scrub, you kissed her once and now you saying that you love her

Damn, she's for the streets

Pop n' then I'm gone, with my kids on her sheets

When a nigga down, I was feeling obsolete

Finna run up in that game, nigga like we got a cheat

They probably waiting for a nigga just to drop

Probably put like two up in a soda make it pop

Zo be taking bitches to the mall, just to shop

Told her let's take off, got a place we can rock

Got a place that we can go

Chilling on the island, smoking dro, and getting blowed

Like the way she looking, so I'm going with the flow

Bro done caught a case but he smoking on the low

Already on two cases, hope they really let them go