When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
I rep Colli so hard
I should've been the mascot
I got the fiends on line
Like laptops
Spit bars that remind them
Of the crack rocks
Click clack
That's the sound when the gat cock
We stacking
No throwing up gang signs
Bentley's got a drive
Like Kobe on baseline
F*ck Em if they hating
N*gga let the bread stack
4.5 let off 6
I call it headcrack
If you ain't know before
Now you know the Don spit
I'm running with them hawks
Like Josh Smith
Like a bakery
You know we getting dough
I never cuff a hoe, why
That's a double O
F*ck who you are
N*gga who with you
Fill you up with lead
Like a number 2 pencil
Smoking like a chimney
Holla at your f*cking Don
Blowing like proximities
They calling me the f*cking bomb
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
You n*ggas starving
And you looking for a f*cking meal
I'm just tryna get a f*cking deal
And I ain't worried how another n*gga feel
Get a n*gga killed like that
Cuz I got stacks
That's the art of war scrap
And if I ain't home
Leave that money under the door mat
And if I bang it on you don't call back
Where ya balls at
You a bit too close
You need to fall back
For $15 you'll get your skull cracked
Real rap
I know y'all could feel that
Been there did that
I could get your baby moms
Grandkids kidnapped
All he heard was *bang*
Now he don't know where his wig at
No black on black violence though
Show me where the pigs at
Man I should chill yo
I think I over did that
521 ain't gon like it when he hear dat
I'm from a town
Where it's way too weird at
Hustling is the thing
But the music is our dreams
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
Tell a n*gga pop off
Time to knuckle up
I shot his top off why
Cuz I change my mind
I ain't have time to f*ck him up
Had to make a drop off
So my n*ggaz buckle up
Got a white hoe driving
So the cops don't f*ck with us
It's sad to say
But I deal with racism everyday
That's why I play the parkway
Yo what the streets say
Call up Mob
I can get your ass anything
But a job
I ain't your f*cking mom
Shit right place and right time
I'll f*ck your mom
I'll pop a pill
F*ck her till she squeal
Probably chill
Wait until her daughter come
And see how them tits feel
Then I'll dip
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
Kage of G.O.D - Pop Off (feat. Bizzy Da Don & Mob Jonez) Lyrics
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When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
I rep Colli so hard
I should've been the mascot
I got the fiends on line
Like laptops
Spit bars that remind them
Of the crack rocks
Click clack
That's the sound when the gat cock
We stacking
No throwing up gang signs
Bentley's got a drive
Like Kobe on baseline
F*ck Em if they hating
N*gga let the bread stack
4.5 let off 6
I call it headcrack
If you ain't know before
Now you know the Don spit
I'm running with them hawks
Like Josh Smith
Like a bakery
You know we getting dough
I never cuff a hoe, why
That's a double O
F*ck who you are
N*gga who with you
Fill you up with lead
Like a number 2 pencil
Smoking like a chimney
Holla at your f*cking Don
Blowing like proximities
They calling me the f*cking bomb
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
You n*ggas starving
And you looking for a f*cking meal
I'm just tryna get a f*cking deal
And I ain't worried how another n*gga feel
Get a n*gga killed like that
Cuz I got stacks
That's the art of war scrap
And if I ain't home
Leave that money under the door mat
And if I bang it on you don't call back
Where ya balls at
You a bit too close
You need to fall back
For $15 you'll get your skull cracked
Real rap
I know y'all could feel that
Been there did that
I could get your baby moms
Grandkids kidnapped
All he heard was *bang*
Now he don't know where his wig at
No black on black violence though
Show me where the pigs at
Man I should chill yo
I think I over did that
521 ain't gon like it when he hear dat
I'm from a town
Where it's way too weird at
Hustling is the thing
But the music is our dreams
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
Tell a n*gga pop off
Time to knuckle up
I shot his top off why
Cuz I change my mind
I ain't have time to f*ck him up
Had to make a drop off
So my n*ggaz buckle up
Got a white hoe driving
So the cops don't f*ck with us
It's sad to say
But I deal with racism everyday
That's why I play the parkway
Yo what the streets say
Call up Mob
I can get your ass anything
But a job
I ain't your f*cking mom
Shit right place and right time
I'll f*ck your mom
I'll pop a pill
F*ck her till she squeal
Probably chill
Wait until her daughter come
And see how them tits feel
Then I'll dip
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
I rep Colli so hard
I should've been the mascot
I got the fiends on line
Like laptops
Spit bars that remind them
Of the crack rocks
Click clack
That's the sound when the gat cock
We stacking
No throwing up gang signs
Bentley's got a drive
Like Kobe on baseline
F*ck Em if they hating
N*gga let the bread stack
4.5 let off 6
I call it headcrack
If you ain't know before
Now you know the Don spit
I'm running with them hawks
Like Josh Smith
Like a bakery
You know we getting dough
I never cuff a hoe, why
That's a double O
F*ck who you are
N*gga who with you
Fill you up with lead
Like a number 2 pencil
Smoking like a chimney
Holla at your f*cking Don
Blowing like proximities
They calling me the f*cking bomb
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
You n*ggas starving
And you looking for a f*cking meal
I'm just tryna get a f*cking deal
And I ain't worried how another n*gga feel
Get a n*gga killed like that
Cuz I got stacks
That's the art of war scrap
And if I ain't home
Leave that money under the door mat
And if I bang it on you don't call back
Where ya balls at
You a bit too close
You need to fall back
For $15 you'll get your skull cracked
Real rap
I know y'all could feel that
Been there did that
I could get your baby moms
Grandkids kidnapped
All he heard was *bang*
Now he don't know where his wig at
No black on black violence though
Show me where the pigs at
Man I should chill yo
I think I over did that
521 ain't gon like it when he hear dat
I'm from a town
Where it's way too weird at
Hustling is the thing
But the music is our dreams
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
Tell a n*gga pop off
Time to knuckle up
I shot his top off why
Cuz I change my mind
I ain't have time to f*ck him up
Had to make a drop off
So my n*ggaz buckle up
Got a white hoe driving
So the cops don't f*ck with us
It's sad to say
But I deal with racism everyday
That's why I play the parkway
Yo what the streets say
Call up Mob
I can get your ass anything
But a job
I ain't your f*cking mom
Shit right place and right time
I'll f*ck your mom
I'll pop a pill
F*ck her till she squeal
Probably chill
Wait until her daughter come
And see how them tits feel
Then I'll dip
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhf*cka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain't never been a sucka
I was bucking at them n*ggaz
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
If it's beef with my n*ggaz
Then pop off
My n*ggaz known to let them shots off
Writer: KADEEM JAMAL MCLEAN
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave