You gon' make me pop you,I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you,I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you,I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you,I might have to pop you,

Who that ni**a is?

What that ni**a claim?

Juve while(?) Magnolia, it's uptown thang,

Soulja watchin ova me, so I'm gon' let it rang,

Jus' gimmie the w**d, the mic and I'ma get it off the chain,

Ya'll actin like that ni**a lost it,

I ain't have not money now I'm back where the cost is,

Crystal travel on my wrist lookin gooey,

Thes ain't Birdmans, nope, these is real Guccis,

Turn around the corner motherf**ker tryin to sue me,

Talk sh*t to me so I can hit em' wit' the two piece,

We rock, we roll, we got control,

Me and my man's gonna get the brains out these ho's,

If she can dance, she can romance nice and slow,

Be in a trance like it was ya man's pipe in the ho,

I been sippin' a little somethin', just observin' the game,

It's feeling good to be a OG, I'm deservin' it mayne

I'm the ni**a, ni**a,

the ni**a, ni**a,

the ni**a,

the ni**a, ni**a

You love to hate.

I'm the ni**a, ni**a,

the ni**a,

the ni**a, ni**a,

the ni**a, ni**a, ni**a you love to hate...

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you,

Now ain't no telling where I might be,

Cause there's a million other creeps crashin' around these streets lookin like me,

Call em' my stunt doubles,

So if you think you hit Luda wit' the ruga', I'ma be in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles,

On the double, looking for trouble(we stared)

Tha' eye on my gat is cocked (it's retarded)

I'm sippin' lane, smokin' green and I'm so hot,

I tote machines, people call me"I, Robot,"

Bang to the boogey, boogey, bang, bang,

Let my lil' partnah borrow my necklace and hit b**ches with the same chain,

It's not computer love,

I'm gettin' great brain,

Got a hard drive but they blow me out my main frame,

Now how you like that?

I got ya' momma pitchin quarters on the corner,

Getin' corner then come right back,

I'm making tight stacks,

So if it ain't Juve or Luda, then can it ni**a,

We don't even like that,

I'm the ni**a, ni**a,

the ni**a, ni**a,

the ni**a,

the ni**a, ni**a

You love to hate.

I'm the ni**a, ni**a,

the ni**a,

the ni**a, ni**a,

the ni**a, ni**a, ni**a you love to hate...

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you,

You gon' make me pop you, I might have to pop you,