Pop Out ft. Millz Pe$o Lyrics

Roll up, hop out, big drip, pop out

Get lit, rock out, get lit, rock out

Roll up, hop out, big drip, pop out

Get lit, rock out, get lit, rock out

I said that shit cause I meant it

Run up a bag for the fitness

You talk that shit then you finish

She on my shoulders it's a shindig

Eatin' the beat like a picnic

I eat the beat like two big chicks

Drippin' like this shit is sickness

She tell me she went to digits

You got good gas for the low

Please tell me what's the ticket

I had them bows way too long

This shit start to feel vintage

I been mindin' my business

You ran away now you finish

Smokin' no cookies, hittin

We was down on the low now, now we livin

You actin' phony then just keep distance

Just run it up and quit bitchin

Just run it up and quit bitchin

I'm on the 4th in the inches

Runnin' to testin' my limits

He crossin' me, he gon' feel it

Then I pull up and he timid

I hit the club and I'm dripping

Roll up, pop out, big drip, pop out

Get lit, rock out, get lit, rock out

Roll up, hop out, big drip, pop out

Get lit, rock out, get lit, rock out

I said that shit cause I meant it

Run up and back for the fitness

You talk that shit then you finish

She on my shoulders it's a shindig

Eatin' the beat like a picnic

I eat the beat like two big chicks

Drippin' like this shit a sickness

She tell me she want the digits

I'm on the road to the riches

Move with the quickness

Not cuffin' bitches, handling business

I'm makin' moves like boss do

You niggas some bitches, I been smooth

I'm fuckin' your bitch, put her in the mood

On my way to the top, yeah, to the moon

They be like Profit yeah he that dude

Don't mean to be rude, but you killed the mood

I'm a monster in the booth

Profit and Pe$o the fuckin' truth

Go against us and u Nigga lose

We running shit on the Pro-Tools

I'm a monster in the booth

Profit and Pe$o the fuckin' truth

Go against us and you niggas lose

We running shit on the Pro-Tools

Roll up, hop out, big drip, pop out

Get lit, rock out, get lit, rock out

Roll up, hop out, big drip, pop out

Get lit, rock out, get lit, rock out

I said that shit cause I meant it

Run up a bag for the fitness

You talk that shit then you finish

She on my shoulders it's a shindig

Eatin' the beat like a picnic

I eat the beat like two big chicks

Drippin' like this shit is sickness

She tell me she went to digits

You got good gas for the low