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POP OFF Video (MV)




Performed By: Savii Montana & Cortesz
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Eric Cortes, Jose Rodriguez




Savii Montana & Cortesz - POP OFF Lyrics
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Niggas thought I was done
Took a lil break it's been
A lil minute feeling like
Uzi hoping in a foreign
That motherf*cka be roarin'
Don't f*ck with brockbois
Cartier on me it's not playboy
It's expensive jewelry
You wanting a feature
It's not for free
Nigga pay up and
You'll get the touch of a goat
Nigga wanna act hard
Bust him like Akbar
Pull the toolie out
And he running like a track star
Bust him in his backyard
Should've ran faster
Suck on my dick and
I did not ask her
Running from the
Cops in my jaguar
Feeling like NASCAR blessed
This beat f*ck it imma pastor
Pussies wanna act hard
Get kicked back
With that Ar yuh
Me and EAC running
These beats
Do it on my own
Cuz these niggas be feens
They watch my pockets
But this ain't for free
Run up on me and
I'll leave you deceased
Nobody knows how
I came to be
I came from nothing
Straight up entity
Shit that I'm rocking
Ain't LV but your shorty know all About me
Back on the beat like a sequel
BAS which is why I stay single
Spitting wack shit is illegal
Talking tough get
You popped like a weasel
Y'all is .99 cents meaning
Talk is cheap
F*ck do you mean?
I be living clean getting green
Spending cheese heavily
Like a feen 7 days a week
Balling on you bitches
Dropping 3's ain't
No stopping me
Screws in my mouth
Got me freezing
Double stuff backwoods
Got a nigga dreaming
Bust out the mac
With extendo
You screaming
Hop off that bitch
And now that hoe see me
Run up on me
You get hit with
The tool sit on
My dick like
I'm a stool
When I see bell I'm
Finna act a fool
Niggas thought I was done
Took a lil break it's been
A lil minute feeling like
Uzi hoping in a foreign
That motherf*cka be roarin'
Don't f*ck with brockbois
Cartier on me it's not playboy
It's expensive jewelry
You wanting a feature
It's not for free
Nigga pay up and
You'll get the touch of a goat
I keep the pisto' listo
Just in case they creep slow
Or I gotta shoot them
Through the peep hole
If he's hungry for some
Bullets you can eat
Those left in the clip
Ain't takin' no shit
Cause all of the bands
I been making it
All of the Benjamin franklins
I am the best no
Mistaken it all of
The risks have been
Taken man so I am
Repping the state
I am living in
I found my flow
I found my beat
Run up a check and
I spend it on me
Not wasting time
Cuz I need to eat
Up in class and
I'm going to sleep
Don't give a f*ck
Unless a nigga test me
I told lil shorty to
Shut the f*ck up
Give me necky
I've been gone but
Money tempt me
God gave me a vision
Run up a check
And leave niggas clueless
Yes nigga I carry these blues
Left lil shorty out here
Looking for a clue
Who's lil Savii? Nigga who tf f*ck
Are you, ima blow up
Make my momma proud
She's looking down
From the clouds
So Ima stay humble
And get out this town
Ima stay winning and
Make y'all shut
Y'alls mouth
So here give me a
Round and applaud
Niggas thought I was done
Took a lil break it's been
A lil minute feeling like
Uzi hoping in a foreign
That motherf*cka be roarin'
Don't f*ck with brockbois
Cartier on me it's not playboy
It's expensive jewelry
You wanting a feature
It's not for free
Nigga pay up and
You'll get the touch of a goat
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Niggas thought I was done
Took a lil break it's been
A lil minute feeling like
Uzi hoping in a foreign
That motherf*cka be roarin'
Don't f*ck with brockbois
Cartier on me it's not playboy
It's expensive jewelry
You wanting a feature
It's not for free
Nigga pay up and
You'll get the touch of a goat
Nigga wanna act hard
Bust him like Akbar
Pull the toolie out
And he running like a track star
Bust him in his backyard
Should've ran faster
Suck on my dick and
I did not ask her
Running from the
Cops in my jaguar
Feeling like NASCAR blessed
This beat f*ck it imma pastor
Pussies wanna act hard
Get kicked back
With that Ar yuh
Me and EAC running
These beats
Do it on my own
Cuz these niggas be feens
They watch my pockets
But this ain't for free
Run up on me and
I'll leave you deceased
Nobody knows how
I came to be
I came from nothing
Straight up entity
Shit that I'm rocking
Ain't LV but your shorty know all About me
Back on the beat like a sequel
BAS which is why I stay single
Spitting wack shit is illegal
Talking tough get
You popped like a weasel
Y'all is .99 cents meaning
Talk is cheap
F*ck do you mean?
I be living clean getting green
Spending cheese heavily
Like a feen 7 days a week
Balling on you bitches
Dropping 3's ain't
No stopping me
Screws in my mouth
Got me freezing
Double stuff backwoods
Got a nigga dreaming
Bust out the mac
With extendo
You screaming
Hop off that bitch
And now that hoe see me
Run up on me
You get hit with
The tool sit on
My dick like
I'm a stool
When I see bell I'm
Finna act a fool
Niggas thought I was done
Took a lil break it's been
A lil minute feeling like
Uzi hoping in a foreign
That motherf*cka be roarin'
Don't f*ck with brockbois
Cartier on me it's not playboy
It's expensive jewelry
You wanting a feature
It's not for free
Nigga pay up and
You'll get the touch of a goat
I keep the pisto' listo
Just in case they creep slow
Or I gotta shoot them
Through the peep hole
If he's hungry for some
Bullets you can eat
Those left in the clip
Ain't takin' no shit
Cause all of the bands
I been making it
All of the Benjamin franklins
I am the best no
Mistaken it all of
The risks have been
Taken man so I am
Repping the state
I am living in
I found my flow
I found my beat
Run up a check and
I spend it on me
Not wasting time
Cuz I need to eat
Up in class and
I'm going to sleep
Don't give a f*ck
Unless a nigga test me
I told lil shorty to
Shut the f*ck up
Give me necky
I've been gone but
Money tempt me
God gave me a vision
Run up a check
And leave niggas clueless
Yes nigga I carry these blues
Left lil shorty out here
Looking for a clue
Who's lil Savii? Nigga who tf f*ck
Are you, ima blow up
Make my momma proud
She's looking down
From the clouds
So Ima stay humble
And get out this town
Ima stay winning and
Make y'all shut
Y'alls mouth
So here give me a
Round and applaud
Niggas thought I was done
Took a lil break it's been
A lil minute feeling like
Uzi hoping in a foreign
That motherf*cka be roarin'
Don't f*ck with brockbois
Cartier on me it's not playboy
It's expensive jewelry
You wanting a feature
It's not for free
Nigga pay up and
You'll get the touch of a goat
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Writer: Eric Cortes, Jose Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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