Pop Out Lyrics

Pop out with these diamonds on me, pop out with your bitch too

Had a lot of karma back in blood, we aiming heads too

Head shot, dead shot, made a nigga think twice

Ran up on the gang, we let it bang, nigga, we take lifes

See, I can't even move in silence, bitch, you know I tiptoe

Creep up on a nigga, turn his head into a peephole

Pop out with them switches on me, pop out with my Glocks too

Got a lot of bitches, you my favorite, I can't wife you

See, I can't trust a bitch who for the streets, you know that shit's facts

I can't love a girl who love to cuddle, need that late snack

See, I can't trust a nigga who just claim he got some bodies

I can't trust a nigga who can't kill without the molly

See, we can't even step the same, Balenciaga Cuban chain

I'm addicted to this paper, cus money erase the pain

Pop out at your party when you see me, know it's game time

Keep it locked and loaded, catch a body like a landmine

Why these niggas playin' when they step to me, step to me

Finger on the trigger, that's my medicine, my therapy

Keep it on me at all times, cus a nigga stay ready

Leave a scene where you sleep, guarantee you won't forget me

Double cuppin' just to sleep at night, don't test me

Bitches want my heart, but they'll get what's left of me

Last bitch ran off, shorty tried to play me

New nigga that she found, beat her ass daily

See, I can't even feel sorry, bitch, you did me worse

I don't wish death on my enemies, but you might be the first

Making music for them heartbreaks, that flow is in a hearse

I cheated on her 22 times, I think I need a church

I ain't bragging, bitch, I can really never lose

Make you happy one day, find someone else to screw

Bitches lying, niggas cap, you ain't livin' what you rap

How you from the suburbs, but claim you grew up in a trap

These pussy made ass niggas ain't shootin' shit

Nigga flex his knife, you a claim, lil' bitch

She I'ma stand on what I speak, support my own two feet

Fuck a nigga who can't even make it farther than me

Pop out with these diamonds on me, pop out with your bitch too

Had a lot of karma, back in blood, we aim at heads too

Headshot, dead shot, made a nigga think twice

Ran up on the gang, we let it bang, nigga, we take lifes

See, I can't even move in silence, bitch, you know I tiptoe

Creep up on a nigga, turn his head into a peephole