Pop out, Up

(BraveStarr)
Ayy, ayy
I just need pressure, little more pressure, ayy
Doing what I want and bitch, I'm built for that
Ayy, I just need pressure, little more pressure, ayy
Stay chasing sacks, I don't give a shit
Ayy, I just need pressure, little more pressure, ayy
Doing what I want and bitch, I'm built for that
Ayy, I just need pressure, little more pressure, ayy
Still chasing sacks, I'on even follow that

Parking lot pimping
I was too young to get in
They don't want the old me
They don't want the old me
It ain't nothing different
I just hide my sinning
I'm not praying on no knees
Act like he don't know me
18 with a Rollie until my chest stop
Ain't had enough, I OT, I need five more please
Kick her out, he say that bitch, she Warren Chestnut
Save that role for BET
Won't nobody sensor me
It's getting darker, still plottin'
I seen em' across the street, I'm Miss Parker
I got my Glock tucked
Right where my knot tucked
A nigga feeling froggy
Left him in the swamp, bruh
Thought I'm one of these fashion niggas
Designer ass whoopin'
I don't think they get it, I don't think they get it
I miss gettin' suspended, I miss skippin' detention
Loved her all night, and I don't got limits

Pop out, pop up, pop out, pop up
As long as FaceTime, I'm still here for you, ayy
LA, Florida, New York, then Georgia
We can't race time, gotta kill you boo
Let her kill you, boo, let her kill you, boo
You call yourself the one
But you know there's still a few
And that'll kill ya', boo
That'll kill ya', boo
You call yourself the one
But you know there's still a few

I'm on, I'm on fucking ooh
I'm on two more, I'm trying to get to you
Tryna go by through Miami so they can
But she can't touch it in Miami
Freewave, you know how I'm boming
Yeah pop out, pop up
LA, Florida, Georgia, Georgia



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Writer(s): Lucki
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