Pop out with that Lyrics

You know what we do, this BTD and this bitch, bro

And fuck the Kea, or whatever the fuck, how you say that shit, boys

Man, y'all shit weak as fuck

You a scary-ass bitch

Ahhhh

We gon' pop out with that splat

My bitch trillin' in that car that spin through hood like where they at

They be chillin' in that car, they smoking loud from out that pack

Mitch bound to blow that stick, you raise your voice, man he talk back

Catch me cruisin' with a Draco on my motherfuckin' lap

They like Corson, get that stick

If you don't, man, you gon' die

We goin call three and he gon' hit you with that fuckin' fa

I bring the gangsta, we pop out, jump out whip, let it fire

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow

Bitch, we shootin' like the ninjas, call me fuckin' donatello, Too many

Drugs inside the trunk, watch me ship it out too mellow

Man, that goofy tryna flex that pull, you know he ain't gon' pull it

Who let these goofy boys inside the door, tell their ass to stop it

Merch, the police ain't tell you it ain't safe over this way

Or you must not watch the news Boddys dropping everyday

My best advice is get the fuck up in and find somewhere to stay

Before you end up in some shit and have a hole up in your face

Im talkin' red, green, blue shit, lookin' like a holiday

We don't give no fuck, we schoom his ass, and shot him anyway

Ayy, folk, come on, come on, let's run that shit back

One more time, fuck, I gotta hear that shit again

We gon' pop out with that splat

My bitch trillin' in that car that spin through hood like where they at

They be chillin' in that car, they smoking loud from out that pack

Mitch bound to blow that stick, you raise your voice, man he talk back

Catch me cruisin' with a Draco on my motherfuckin' lap

They like Corson, get that stick

If you don't, man, you gon' die

We goin call three and he gon' hit you with that fuckin' fa

I bring the gangsta, we pop out, jump out whip, let it fire

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow

Bitch, we shootin' like the ninjas, call me fuckin' donatello, Too many

Drugs inside the trunk, watch me ship it out too mellow

Man, that goofy tryna flex that pull, you know he ain't gon' pull it

Who let these goofy boys inside the door, tell their ass to stop it

Merch, the police ain't tell you it ain't safe over this way

Or you must not watch the news Boddys dropping everyday

My best advice is get the fuck up in and find somewhere to stay

Before you end up in some shit and have a hole up in your face

Im talkin' red, green, blue shit, lookin' like a holiday

We don't give no fuck, we schoom his ass, and shot him anyway