Popped Up lyrics
by G-Eazy
[Chorus: Lul G]
Young n*gga so I gotta keep the Glock tucked
Keep a MAC that'll wake a n*gga block up
What the f*ck you n*ggas saying? We'll pop up
Book your ass for that show and get you popped up
What the f*ck you n*ggas dissing on these songs for?
Jack who? You out the way but we keep poles
Pass lil bro the chop, watch him take souls
Hundred rounds in this b*tch, make you lay low
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
I got a Glock and it hold thirty, knock a n*gga down
That's for you pus*y n*ggas loafing while you out of bounds
f*ck all that talking lil b*tch, we gon' air it out
Hit a n*gga block up, we gon' lay him down
Two Glocks lil n*gga so that's sixty shots
Make a n*gga turf hot when his body drop
Bounce out with that chop, make him Milly Rock
Rocking with that n*gga G, 'cause he keep a mop
Ayy, n*ggas faking like they on some'
Quick to pop out on a b*tch that ain't know none'
Ayy, what's a Glock to your lil gun?
Chopper kicking, get to spitting like he rev run
Ain't no n*gga ever said sh*t to my face
n*ggas Twitter typing, Instagramming, hella gay
n*ggas tryna make a diss for a lil fame
But when them pus*y n*ggas die, I ain't the one to blame
[Chorus: Lul G]
Young n*gga so I gotta keep the Glock tucked
Keep a MAC that'll wake a n*gga block up
What the f*ck you n*ggas saying? We'll pop up
Book your ass for that show and get you popped up
What the f*ck you n*ggas dissing on these songs for?
Jack who? You out the way but we keep poles
Pass lil bro the chop, watch him take souls
Hundred rounds in this b*tch, make you lay low
[Verse 2: Lul G]
Uh, n*gga, lay low
Feds tapping in, lil n*gga, lay low
n*ggas speaking on Tu, I'll leave your face swole
Hundred rounds in this b*tch, that's a case closed
Keep talking, it's gon' be another kick door
Ain't no dissing, taking trips, me and four four
n*ggas flexing for them vids, you don't tote poles
Doing shows for a fifty where you can't go
He'll bounce out and let a n*gga have it
What the f*ck you n*ggas mean? Born a savage
n*ggas talking on the Net, no action
Still Harden n*ggas, still rockin' with this plastic
[Chorus: Lul G]
Young n*gga so I gotta keep the Glock tucked
Keep a MAC that'll wake a n*gga block up
What the f*ck you n*ggas saying? We'll pop up
Book your ass for that show and get you popped up
What the f*ck you n*ggas dissing on these songs for?
Jack who? You out the way but we keep poles
Pass lil bro the chop, watch him take souls
Hundred rounds in this b*tch, make you lay low