Pop A Jigga by KG Smokey Lyrics
[Intro: KG Smokey]
Yeah we in this bitch
Smacked off our toes and all that
Niggas talkin’ ‘bout they really be outside don’t really be outside
Niggas really ain’t gettin’ no bitches
Nigga what’s brackin’
[Chorus: KG Smokey]
Pop a jigga and now I’m woke up (Woke up)
Put that pot on the stove, turn that stove up
These hoes used to put me down, now they choose up
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun (That’s a homerun)
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my miggas goin brazy, then we road run
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun
[Verse 1: KG Smokey]
Blow me baby, yeah yeah, a nigga blowed up
Blower on my, got ‘em leanin’ like a foam cup
Blowin’ bands, you broke niggas lookin’ toe up
Blow blunts, [?]
Stop blowin’ on my line, I’m the wrong one
Stop sayin’ you a killa’, you ain’t drop none
Ever since I caught my first I been on one
We can put that thang down and we can lock up
I’m knockin’ niggas down, baby yeah I ain’t never lost
How you can’t break a bitch? Man he hella soft
Ain’t no pussy camp dogs on the block baby
Choppa knock a nigga out his socks baby
Big rings, both hands, like I’m Tom Brady
If I’m ridin’ with the gang then it’s off safety
Too many niggas in the city really wanna take me
Slidin’ southeast, AC in the new Mercedes
[Chorus: KG Smokey]
Pop a jigga and now I’m woke up (Woke up)
Put that pot on the stove, turn that stove up
These hoes used to put me down, now they choose up
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun (That’s a homerun)
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my miggas goin brazy, then we road run
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun
[Verse 2: Q-Ball]
I’m up next and and I’m tryna get a R.B.I
My shoota’ on guard and he tryna body guys
I got the burner on me, no need for bodyguards
Niggas say they lookin’ for me, can’t be lookin’ far
Diamonds dancin’ on the wrist, you can see the stars
200 on this dance bitch, this a foreign car
Finessed the plug, run off, hit me for the bars
Pop a jigga when I woke up (Huh)
[Chorus: KG Smokey]
Pop a jigga and now I’m woke up (Woke up)
Put that pot on the stove, turn that stove up
These hoes used to put me down, now they choose up
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun (That’s a homerun)
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my miggas goin brazy, then we road run
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun
Yeah we in this bitch
Smacked off our toes and all that
Niggas talkin’ ‘bout they really be outside don’t really be outside
Niggas really ain’t gettin’ no bitches
Nigga what’s brackin’
[Chorus: KG Smokey]
Pop a jigga and now I’m woke up (Woke up)
Put that pot on the stove, turn that stove up
These hoes used to put me down, now they choose up
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun (That’s a homerun)
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my miggas goin brazy, then we road run
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun
[Verse 1: KG Smokey]
Blow me baby, yeah yeah, a nigga blowed up
Blower on my, got ‘em leanin’ like a foam cup
Blowin’ bands, you broke niggas lookin’ toe up
Blow blunts, [?]
Stop blowin’ on my line, I’m the wrong one
Stop sayin’ you a killa’, you ain’t drop none
Ever since I caught my first I been on one
We can put that thang down and we can lock up
I’m knockin’ niggas down, baby yeah I ain’t never lost
How you can’t break a bitch? Man he hella soft
Ain’t no pussy camp dogs on the block baby
Choppa knock a nigga out his socks baby
Big rings, both hands, like I’m Tom Brady
If I’m ridin’ with the gang then it’s off safety
Too many niggas in the city really wanna take me
Slidin’ southeast, AC in the new Mercedes
[Chorus: KG Smokey]
Pop a jigga and now I’m woke up (Woke up)
Put that pot on the stove, turn that stove up
These hoes used to put me down, now they choose up
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun (That’s a homerun)
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my miggas goin brazy, then we road run
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun
[Verse 2: Q-Ball]
I’m up next and and I’m tryna get a R.B.I
My shoota’ on guard and he tryna body guys
I got the burner on me, no need for bodyguards
Niggas say they lookin’ for me, can’t be lookin’ far
Diamonds dancin’ on the wrist, you can see the stars
200 on this dance bitch, this a foreign car
Finessed the plug, run off, hit me for the bars
Pop a jigga when I woke up (Huh)
[Chorus: KG Smokey]
Pop a jigga and now I’m woke up (Woke up)
Put that pot on the stove, turn that stove up
These hoes used to put me down, now they choose up
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun (That’s a homerun)
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my niggas goin’ brazy, then we road run
Me and my miggas goin brazy, then we road run
Three bags, home plate, that’s a homerun