Pop Out Lyrics

Smoking that gas and it's purple

Jumping them fences like hurdles

Spin on your block like a circle

Came from behind and I murked him

I'm in the cut and I'm lurking

Bad lil bitch and she twerking

But I would never buy that bitch a Birkin

Slide on your block and we closing your curtains

Sipping on wok bitch I'm sipping on syrup

Kick in your door and you know that it's murder

Coming for harm man we coming to hurt him

Kick in your door on the floor and you spurting

Scale up the pack even counting the terpenes

Sipping on yak and I mixed it with bourbon

How do I rap I would say almost perfect

Eyeing your bitch tell me why is she flirting

I am up next and you know that's for certain

My God is mighty don't fuck with no serpent

Drunk at the wheel so you know I'm a swerve it

Popping my wheel cause you know I'm a curb it

Dont want your pussy bitch nah I'm a curve it

Can't get this dick because you don't deserve it

Get on the beat and I'm coming with purpose

Blowed all her holes like that bitch was a porpoise

Leave that boy stiff leave him wet Rigor mortis

Pull up on your block like Rick and Morty

Sipping steel bitch I'm sipping forties

Busting them shells leave him slow like a tortoise

Price on your soul bet that I can afford it

Swerving the whip bitch I'm swerving the Foreign

Qup on the sticks my boy always recording

Bands in my attic keep a pistol for the static

I don't need no fucking diamonds to make her throw it acrobatic

The way she staring at my eyes she know I'm about to do him tragic

She gone log into his phone and drop the lo while he in traffic

And the way he'll end his days I'm not gone say cause it can get graphic

For all you informants that's listening that means I didn't do anything drastic

Got too much weight in my pockets my play just got popping I'm wrapping them bands in elastic

I can slide every beat with some heat off the dome man I might could just make me a classic

cash in my mattress

Get money like magic

I'm touching more paper than book fair Scholastic

Might tweak out for free off a bean going spastic

Want something real hoe I don't want no plastic

Do what it take even cutting them brakes

If it means that I get to see him in a casket

Spit like a hemi them hoes blow a gasket

Bread on his head he got hit in the basket

Don't want no case so I might have to mask it

Twisted up mind think he straight we gon jack it

RICO charge it get smacked with the racket

Living large he got packed with the ratchet

12 gauge slugs make him do a backflip

Strike them with fye we get lit like a matchstick

Gas that I smoke I don't think you can match this

Bashing ya skulls is just one of my tactics

Taking them souls off of earth smoking cat piss

Get bread like I'm Peeta and shoot like I'm Katniss

Put him to sleep in the pack like it's catnip

Leave him wet like that boy was a Baptist

Stock and the drum on the vest I'm a latch this

Mussolini on these boys I'm a fascist

Got that mid-pack can't believe you gone tax this

Pull up on your block bitch we goon-maxing