Pop Out. ft. Zaey Lyrics

Not worried bout the time it'll take cause I'll make it when the time comes

Don't worry bout the length of the track cause its over when the rhymes done

Stop hating on the niggas wit the money you jus mad that you got none

You talking to me acting like a bitch but you playing wit the wrong one

I ran me a bag I did it then I went and did it again

Bitch why you crying to me like im giving a fuck that you went and you lost all ya friends

Maybe go meditate elevate all of your spirit or maybe to take you some meds

or maybe go take you a Percy and sip on the henny or maybe you better off dead

Gone off the meds

I was moving dope so its fuck all the feds

Lil ass bitch boy talking that cap rap sent three shots got one in the head

They always ducking and bluffing while his bitch was sucking and cumming

I said what I said

They aint know nothing I tuck it then spin three times on yo cousin

Now he looking dead

He said what he said and I am what I am bitch

Yeah cause I am the man

All of these bitches just internet bitches

They aint doing shit they just stay on the gram

They talk all that shit yeah they think they is him bitch

Yeah but I gotta plan

The ones that be talking the most they be all in my comments

Nigga you sound like a fan

It go bow bow bow bow

Pull up

Hop out

Talking shit

Stomped out

Then we finna-

Hold on wait a minute

Glocks I move wit em

My pockets fat like Buddhism

My Glock got a dick like nudism

Ion know nobody name like who is he

Wait lemme tell you a story bout dude who was talking

Oh you mean that lil bitch that was walking?

He got shot yeah I saw it while stocking

It was me that had killed him I gave him no option

Yeah I saw him I ran up then shot him

Yeah he big so that nigga dropped quick

So I took everything out his pockets

Maaan you should have told me cause I would've popped him

My hand stays on my Glock you think that we twins you think that we locked in

My nigga I'm upping the score this shit getting jazzy my nickname is Stockton

My nigga I don't know yo name I'm swerving these lanes inna whip that I hopped in

You talk but won't throw hands my nigga

You can get shot then