Pop out ft. Mauri Lyrics

If I start a party, I'm turnin' it up When I get in that mode, ain't no turnin' me down

The bitch wanna fuck, I'ma beat the shit up When I hit from the back, tryna break the whole down

Got a whole lot of money, don't even wanna count it And plus, I've been smokin' desserts out the pond

These niggas be broke and they thinkin' it's funny To me, boy, your ass is lookin' like a clown

Know I ain't sweet, run up on me like a robber And get your ass laid down

I be with the reapers, we pull up just like Jeepers Creepers And make a move out of town

392, it's a red, I fast, get behind me, I turn to a spig I got a new Glock and it came with a red

I know he steppin', that boy just hit hard He try to play, I'ma call it a headshot

I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin' the mad pot Homeland hit him, he dead, way on his spot

So many shot, light him up like a polka dot When the time to get bread, I'ma get up and get it

And you sittin' on your ass, mustn't I know that you slippin'? Don't think that I'm flippin

I'm nine millimeter, I'm grippin' Exotic baddest flippin' like Iron Fleece

Oh God, I don't mess with me fellas, no mention

Niggas think they know me, but I know they don't know a thing about it

I be chillin', but bitch, if I flash, I crash, I kill everybody

And bitch ain't no feelin' sorry, they like, who that is? They like, that's that lil' nigga Mars

No, I don't need security, I got the game Every time I step up in the party

This bitch wanna be a bar, but when we leave We pull off in four different colorari

If I start a party, I'm turnin' it up When I get in that mode, ain't no turnin' me down

The bitch wanna fuck, I'ma beat the shit up When I hit from the back, tryna break the whole down

I know a lot of money, don't even wanna count it And plus, I been smokin' desserts out the pound

These niggas be broke, and they thinkin' it's funny To me, boy, your ass is lookin' like a clown

These niggas be broke, and they thinkin' it's funny To me, boy, your ass is lookin' like a clown

I ain't worried about no hood I ain't worried about no thot

I'm just focused on this paper, tryna stack my money up

All these niggas be some bitch And all these niggas be some clowns if my twin

Give me da word , I'll gun your ass down

I be thuggin in the pote , but I'm really from the South

Got this nigga on my hip, tell him, fuck, I'm flyin' down

I'm flyin' down, on the tour, everythin' I smoke it loud, smoke it loud

They fuckin' me back then, and now they dead, ridin' out

I ain't had a show, no pain, now she all up on a nigga

Fuck a nigga, love me, don't fuck my sister, they'll hit you, they'll hit you

I ain't fuck no other niggas, her like a grocery store, a crystal store

Bitch, all of my dick, and I just sent a finger lick

No guarantee, I'ma buy a pint, I always spend like twelve fifty

I don't fuck with everybody, I keep certain niggas with me

So you know I just took that shit with me

So I can get rich or not try, and I'ma take you rich like 50

And I see you pop out red, I wanna ride up in on you

Yeah, bitch, you lookin' real good, tell that bitch, come get in with me

I don't fuckin' tap in, we got the lowest fuckin' ticket

Know he did it for the clout, never did it for the fame ballin hard like 23, but dats just what dis Glock say

I'll f****** face uh nigga I'm talm bout hop out broad day , niggas know not ta dis cause dis drac , I'll eat yo face