Pop, Pop, Pop / Cuttin’ Tonight Interlude YoungBlood​Z

It's Attic Crew, know what I'm saying
Want our corner back, A-Town, home team rule
For real

It's like shake, rattle, roll
It all started 105 Creel Road
And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors
So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip
These niggas pull them thangs
And they can't know worth a flip
But whos to blame, time done changed
Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man
Brand new look, cause its a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up
I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
See back in the day, you know it for sho'
Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio
So I took up them words, got back on the curb
Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, being done
Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them funds
I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga