"Pop, Pop" is a song by American rapper Lupe Fiasco, the sixth track from his mixtape FNF Mixtape Vol. 1 (2002). It details the hustler lifestyle, asserting himself as a threat to "the police, the hustlers, and the gangstas," as well as willingness to engage in violence when needed. The song was included on the street mixtape, Lupe the Jedi (2006).
Lyrics[]
[Intro]
FNF Mixtape, Volume One
The beginning
This right here called "Pop, Pop"
[Hook]
Y'all don't wanna see them pop, pops when this on
'Cause if n*ggas get them pop, pops
Then they gone
You know I don't pop, pop at the bar
But I might send pop, pops through your car
Y'all don't want them pop, pops when this on
'Cause if n*ggas get them pop, pops
Then they gone
Who is that kid with the jewels in his face
With the tools in his brace
Put the tool in your face
[Verse 1]
Got the police, the hustlers, and the gangstas nervous
And all these little rappers on basic service, I'm knowin'
I ain't the hottest n*gga out got that fire though
You gone have to put your hottest n*gga out
And I ain't talkin bout when the party's over
I'm a Molotov cocktail Bacardi thrower
15-carat bezzled out Bulgari holder
Size ten alligator skin Mari loafers
And I'm just like the cops, word to the life
'Cause I serve and protect
Wit a bird and a tech
And when the lights on
Gotta merge to the right
Sixteen drop in new jers[ey]in with rice
Or in Chicago with the truck
Or in the Ne-va-da with the luck
Or in Lala with Chuck
Or in Ghana gettin' ducks
Or in Jamaica speakin' patois in the huts
[Hook]
Y'all don't wanna see them pop, pops when this on
'Cause if n*ggas get them pop, pops
Then they gone
You know I don't pop, pop at the bar
But I might send pop, pops through your car
Y'all don't want them pop, pops when this on
'Cause if n*ggas get them pop, pops
Then they gone
Who is that kid with the jewelry on his arm
With the fury in his palm
Got the fury all along
[Verse 2]
Fiasco, fiasco
Send shots ten blocks
Split tops I rent cops
And bend blocks and Benz drops
I been hot now shake spot
Or take shot like hen rock
My gridlock on big blocks that miss not that a
Tip yachts and flip drops
So spit out the hip hot
The wrist watch rock don't risk it watch in the ristwat with chics who sip ---
Livin' so cris pop my clique cop pot
Your clique get kid-knocked
Your clique stop
We spin knots
Send hustler to my hustlers locked in jinn pop and they able to switch spots there is not
Stand back hand clap kick stomp
What you in pop
Bust m's put you inbox
I'll push box dog
You push my R
It's L-U when I tell you
All y'all
[Hook]
Y'all don't wanna see them pop, pops when this on
'Cause if n*ggas get them pop, pops
Then they gone
You know I don't pop, pop at the bar
But I might send pop, pops through your car
Y'all don't want them pop, pops when this on
'Cause if n*ggas get them pop, pops
Then they gone
Who is that kid with the jewelry on his arm
With the fury in his palm
Got the jewelry all along