Twista - Pop Off ft. Shawnna lyrics

rate me

Got swag, its obvious

on the block I’m Mr. Marvelous,

Got an attitude like Im popped and they say

its Me thats always starting shit,

Try to say that it ain’t but they telling me

Why they would be in the hardest shit

But it ain’t my fault when they’re pulling out that bullet that went through they cartilage

Wrestling with the streets as I be traveling down these dusty roads,

The slum, I show from the slum, I come with a story that must be told

As a shawty I came up broke, listenin to rock the belt

never fuck 2 bitches at a time, Henny blocks the tail

The hurt mic was not to real, so it made my pockets swell,

Even through the recession, nu-uh, my cars is not for sale.

It’s a shame I give it all up, if a nigga really wanna get into it,

If I utta do you know I gotta buss a nigga you don’t really know what I’ve been through (diss)

Came at the crip because we not what you expect,

Got the niggas on the block, got the fapas on deck

Must not be from here you should have knew the click is not soft

Homie I suggest you ride for some shit pop off

GMG got the pistol by my side,

Get the fuck up out my face if you don’t want no shit to

Pop off, pop off, pop off…

I got muscle, so respect my hustle,

When you’re coming at the duffle if you don’t want no shit to

Pop off, pop off, pop off…

Oh no it can‘t be this, Shawnna is the craziest,

Get all in a bitch face and smoke on the shit that’s the stankiest

Eat rappers like Im in another contest and then they the tastiest,

You say you can beat it, well they don’t believe you, athiest

From the city where the niggas don’t play that

One shot to the dome will get you layed out

When I, when I, when I pull up in the Maybach

bla , bla with the shot, nigga take that

Make that be the feeling that you’re gettin

When you’re dealing with a nigga like me cause I’m about that

But you prolly never been around a nigga like me

I’m a real OG, never doubt that

Out back, city of the bang bang, when they slang cant come up out the same thang

Chain hang, down to my wrist piece, talkin all the bullshit you cant miss me

This be G to the MG plus that M to the O E trust that,

Straight through the door we, respect

You all niggas know me, I’m the lieutenant so salute me Nigga,

please believe me cause I ain’t afraid to shoot these nigga

Got them burners on deck got them hookers in the back,

Tell that hoe she betta chill for these niggas get the yac and pop off

GMG got the pistol by my side,

Get the fuck up out my face if you don’t want no shit to

Pop off, pop off, pop off…

I got muscle, so respect my hustle,

When you’re coming at the duffle if you don’t want no shit to

Pop off, pop off, pop off…

Thanks to Dave :) for correcting these lyrics