Pop Off lyrics

[Are you ready?]

[San Quinn]
Give me a minute to get in it
Give me a minute with one of your main b*tches
Mental fitness I demonstrate
Right in front of your eyes
Watch your b*tch elevate from a five to a nine
Confidence booster all in her mind
And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime
[Come with me]
To the city where my committee chase titties and ass
[Are you ready? Come with me]
I'll show you where the check break fast
And we bust heads fast
If a n*gga not in single file
Run up on him single style
Let the thing break him down
You love my methods
Take a n*gga off the Earth if he on my sh*t list reckless
The key copper
Have to eat proper
b*tches lookin' for guidance
Had to be proper
Tone Capone is the beat dropper
The jump off is jumpin' off proper
And it's about to get hotter
Chorus: Keak Da Sneak
[Come with me]
Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
[Come with me]
Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
[Come with me]
Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
[Come with me]

[Keak Da Sneak]
I still rep Walnut Street in deep East Oakland
The 100 block where you can your whole sh*t broken
Like Mystikal "Still Smokin"
The life ??
And rent free
I never let nothin' live on my mind
I gotta grind [grind], shine
And fight for my grandma
And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer
Til I go bankrupt
Steady drinkin' til I finish my cup
Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut
Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections
Chosen selections
Cuz girl I ain't f*ckin' without protection
I'm harder than erection
Teachers so you study your lessons
And advise for that viewer discretion
On a scale to 1 to 10 I get 11
Give a toast to the pus*y like Devin
And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7
I've plottin' on a way to get rich
And keep bread out that c*ck
And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head
Shots of lead poppin'
Situation's crucial
And every n*gga I'm wit is feelin' neutral
f*ck takin' 10 paces
And drawin' down
This ain't no Western movie
Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric
Sat the window wit the doobie
I'm lookin' at booty
Onion ass on the strip
You fine but baby girl where your whip
It's jumpin' off
[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
While I'm outtie on the West
I got the best weed
And the best hoes
I'm on the block at all times dressed in the best clothes
My focus is money cuz pus*y come natural
I only f*ck wit those that can show me some collateral
I deal 'em all off top
I ain't a child molester or a killer
I don't need y'all props
sh*t, if she wit me, she know what it is
We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib
If yo potna wanna roll she can roll
I ain't gotta touch
I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes
And I could have my choice
Enie, meenie, miney, mo
Bust a nut, get the f*ck
Play it how it go
My main ho called and told me she made some money
I said "b*tch you ain't never come gave it to me!"
How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me
Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach
[Are you ready?]
[Chorus]