D-Cola - Pop Off Lyrics

I go by Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang bitch
They got Cola in this bitch, Go off, Go Off
They done shook the fuckin soda pop off, pop off
I get shifty on this beat cross up, hotsauce
I just want the head what you telling me yo name for?
You next but you you and you got the same flow
Drippin right? But you and him sharing the same clothes flashin stacks, Montclair on but got the same loaf
If I hit a note yo bitch gone feel it in her ovaries
I ain't with the shit but I got niggas who will go for me
Last of the real was taught to never break the code at least
Big elbow I might bend but I aint folding G
They tell me I'm proud and just say go do what you gotta do
Big Steppin' But I will not cop balenciaga shoes
I was tryna fuck, but I might fuck around and vibe wit you
Bitch I ain't shit I told her ass that I was lying too
She gone suck the dick cause I asked her to do it nicely
She tell me I'm quiet but I hit it like we fighting
She gone roll hr eyes after tell her I'm a pisces, act like wifey, then drop her off after tonight B
Franchise Boyz Oh I Oh I think they like me
Bay shit: Blue jeans, Nikes, and A white Tee
Lemme give yo ass a clear view like some Visene
Like lemme turn the fuck up quit treading lightly
She gave me head and I ain't tell her to telepathy
She gone do whatever tryna make sure that she next to me
Oh you stressin me?
Nah that ain't a good recipe
Open sesame then after that don't get a text from me
Niggas do the crime then tell the niggas who investigate
He a rat, Send his ass to hell he can't see heaven gates
2 phones that I don't answer, no Kevin Gates
Born in it but I ain't gone die living in section 8
Fuck that a track the only time I set a record straight
Goin for my dreams I ain't got no time to hesitate
Phone on DND I'm Smokin weed and tryna meditate
Steppin on they necks until the Muhfuckin levy break
Where I'm from you hear a shot you better get low
Nigga you will get dropped from the window
Outside on the block standing 10 toes
Nigga we can get it poppin like a pimple
You the only one that shine put yo team on
Every time I sing a line it's a theme song
Tryna jack swag tryna get his ME on
Cola make a hot track I don't need long
(Nigga I don't need long)

I go by Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang bitch
They got Cola in this bitch, Go off, Go Off
They done shook the fuckin soda pop off, pop off
I get shifty on this beat cross up, hotsauce
I just want the head what you telling me yo name for?
You next but you you and you got the same flow
Drippin right? But you and him sharing the same clothes flashin stacks, Montclair on but got the same loaf
If I hit a note yo bitch gone feel it in her ovaries
I ain't with the shit but I got niggas who will go for me
Last of the real was taught to never break the code at least
Big elbow I might bend but I aint folding G
They tell me I'm proud and just say go do what you gotta do
Big Steppin' But I will not cop balenciaga shoes
I was tryna fuck, but I might fuck around and vibe wit you
Bitch I ain't shit I told her ass that I was lying too
She gone suck the dick cause I asked her to do it nicely
She tell me I'm quiet but I hit it like we fighting
She gone roll hr eyes after tell her I'm a pisces, act like wifey, then drop her off after tonight B
Franchise Boyz Oh I Oh I think they like me
Bay shit: Blue jeans, Nikes, and A white Tee
Lemme give yo ass a clear view like some Visene
Like lemme turn the fuck up quit treading lightly
She gave me head and I ain't tell her to telepathy
She gone do whatever tryna make sure that she next to me
Oh you stressin me?
Nah that ain't a good recipe
Open sesame then after that don't get a text from me
Niggas do the crime then tell the niggas who investigate
He a rat, Send his ass to hell he can't see heaven gates
2 phones that I don't answer, no Kevin Gates
Born in it but I ain't gone die living in section 8
Fuck that a track the only time I set a record straight
Goin for my dreams I ain't got no time to hesitate
Phone on DND I'm Smokin weed and tryna meditate
Steppin on they necks until the Muhfuckin levy break
Where I'm from you hear a shot you better get low
Nigga you will get dropped from the window
Outside on the block standing 10 toes
Nigga we can get it poppin like a pimple
You the only one that shine put yo team on
Every time I sing a line it's a theme song
Tryna jack swag tryna get his ME on
Cola make a hot track I don't need long
(Nigga I don't need long)