POP OUT ft. OTG Tone Lyrics

Ay this that steppin and stompin shit what the fuck they talkin about

Finna get it crackin in this motherfucker

Big Suni Boi and OTG Tone spinnin back to back finna fuck this shit up

Fuck they talkin bout

When I pop out just know I'm steppin on some necks

I'll beat a block up just like Tetris never slip that's on the set

I'm sippin syrup never coughin I don't lack so come correct

I body bitches and their buddies I'm a reoffending threat

At your neck I wet it up I bet your gang sit down

Bought a watch and wet it up you know I made the bitch drown

Knew I was a gangster when she saw me break a brick down

Cookin in the kitchen type of shit to bring the pay round

Never try to stop it if I have to up the rocket

Let it buck and it buss on em if they really out of pocket

Money you don't get it but I'm really bout the profit

Jiggle booty if you broke you got an ass so get up off it

Glock up in my hand I wish a nigga would try me

Hoe if you don't know me bitch I go by Mr. Grimey

I'll never snake my brothers out but for them bitch I'm slimey

Bitch I'm all about my paper I can't get caught up in the hype shit

How you out here naked boy you slow go get your pipe bitch

Murder what she wrote might kill that nigga just for playin with me

Underneath my pillow bitch that pistol it be layin with me

Told that hoe get up and kick some rocks bitch you ain't stayin here

He was dissin on my brother I promise he won't last a year

Outside in a Striker I might pull up blast you in your ear

All he heard was bang

And now it's hard to hear

All he heard was bang

And now it's hard to hear

Nightmare nightmare nightmare Freddy Krueger on your block bitch

Minivan no license plates we spinnin with them chopsticks

We pop shit and drop shit so keep the bodies comin

I'm a dog bitch I'm off it I get greedy when I'm thumbin

Through the money I need guala feel it burning like a flame

Bitch you sweeter than some honey oh you want to play a game

If you with it come and get it press the issue I'ma bitch you

You a pussy and you brittle bitch you softer than some tissue

I feel like Ludwig when I'm walkin cuz you know I got them keys

I keep it chilly in this bitch cuz I don't got me no degrees

Keep throwin shade it piles up damn it's a wonder I can see

No wonder why I'm winnin man you pussies living under me

Father was a soldier cuz but I'm a different type

I'm spinnin twice put you on ice bitch I don't need to drop a price

I'll get you gone all by myself make you vanish out of sight

And then I'm sliding on your people but I'll take a different pipe bitch