Pop Out Lyrics

They asked who I am had to appearance

I'm still wit da gang walking in wit no clearance

I been had da ball won't allow interference

Pop out on dat boy and collect da insurance

His bitch on my dick Imma show my endurance

I'm still on da field like I'm playin wit Lawrence

Transportin dem grams like my bro was in Florence

Imma get to da bag I don't kno wat u doing

I Ain't takin shit lightly I ain't going for it

Thy be talkin wreck buh is u gon do it

We gon check'em like NIKE brodie just do it

If u talkin bout money yea speak it fluent

Gettin dem packages gone like sum Mexicans

Brodie he told he got it he X'ing him

Fly as bitch like sum wings ain't no pelican

Know it's sum dirt if he trappin down Lexington

These Niggas be tender thy sweet like thy gelatin

Better back up we gon blow out ya skeleton

Pockets thy heavy thy phat like a elephant

It ain't a day I don't roll up my medicine

My eyes gettin low think I live in west Lebanon

Opps at da party thn tell'em let'em in

Thy ain't da only ones bringing a weapon in

Draggin my nuts wit my bitch imma gentleman

Booked up da stu tell my dawgs to come settle in

Talk bout these raps I'm da one u should recommend

I ain't gon stop cuz thy kno wat I represent

Want me a house like da motherfuckin president

I beefed wit sum niggas i still feel da tension

Can't never sure watch me clutch da extension

I still got sum shit on my brain I ain't mention

Dat bitch do da most whn she don't get attention

I sit her ass down like she walked in detention

I'm high as da stars in another dimension

And time keep on tickin so make a decision

I'm not trynna love her dats not my intention

I stay locked in buh Im not in da prison

I'm cookin dis up buh I'm not in da kitchen

Thy hear wat say buh thy really don't listen

She got no teeth how she suck witout wisdom

Uh yea uh yea

Turn da city up young Nigga I'm buzzin

Shorty want Time lor baby I'm thuggin

Money all on me and these bandz keep comin

My niggas thy steppers nick cannon keep drummin

I rap so dope see da fiends come rushin

Backwood full of good to da face I'm puffin

I took me sum L's buh at least I got sum

Better go hard girl dis ya tryouts

Hey

Bro said it was water I went to go find out

Aye

U ain't my bitch I don't got shit to lie bout

Goofy Lor bitch put her ass rite in timeout

Logged on gettin to da money won't sign out

My niggas eatin it's plenty to go round

Came from da mud where it's grimy and lowdown

Stay wit protection and go get sum more rounds

Bitch stop running it's only been four rounds

Live from da city thy kickin ya door down

Show I'm da best had get off da floor now

Came A long way I don't trap at da store now

Tough on da gram til we show he a whore now

Thick Lor bitch she a GV Special

Niggas ain't fuckin wit me I tell u

Plug just called and told me I blessed u

I Drag too hard don't meant to upset u

Bread on his head I ain't talkin bout wheat

Count dead's on da bed I ain't worried bout a tweet

Buh da same energy better be in da streets

Can't talk like dat if u ain't 10 toes deep

Wat u kno bout me

Wat u kno bout bro

Wat u kno bout me

Wat u kno bout low

Wat u kno bout us

Trynna get it and go

Wat u kno bout da cut

Hell nahh u ain't kno

Had to talk to da mic cuz I'm back in dat mode

Imma talk my shit cuz I got a big load

Give a fuck wat thy sayn still chasin my goal

I'm da last of my kind got me feelin like Joel