Pop Out
Popped out on the opps, same shit, but it's a new day
Play wit me lil nigga, I ah fuck up yo whole Tuesday
After I get finished with you, you gon need a new face
Talking all on IG, Ima show you how this tool taste
I'll make yo heart off beat, like that nigga Blueface
His homie tried to run and he tripped over his shoelace
Pray that I get rich, I gotta go live in a new place
Niggas steady snitching, fuck around and get a new case
And I ain't tryna talk unless you talking bout a blue face
Fucking on yo wifey and I like just how yo boo taste
I needa feel that feeling, private jet to a new state
Most these niggas faking, they ain't really with that action
Nigga got killed, he thought I was with that rapping
Make yo homies learn a lesson, they needa stop capping
Posted with yo crew, you get hit up cuz you was acting
I won't diss you on my songs, when you see me, get to clapping
Catch you walking out the house, it's gon be so tragic
When I up this pole, yo soul disappear like magic
I treat treat you like a plug, you get stung up, here go the static
Before I pop out, I grab my gun right out the attic
Tired of low income, I'm tryna go live oso lavish
I'll feed yo ass some bullets since you feel like you so savage
Getting money, I be running with some bandits
Nigga better watch it, get shot up right with yo BroNem
Y'all act like y'all some Gs, but inside, you really HoeNem
Bro got the drop on the opps, we gon go now
We gon catch them niggas on the corner, we gon blow down
I fuck with .40s, .45s, never had a 4-Pound
When I come back up in the house, it's gon be like no rounds
Damn it's a graveyard, there is no sound
You cannot chill wit us, nigga there is no lounge
We all got some Glocks, nigga they don't make no low sound
Met up with the plug, got the stuff, now it's on now
Yea I'm gone now
Cut off all my niggas, now I feel like I'm alone now
Fuck it, Ima thug it out lil nigga
You gon make it hard, we gon hawk you down lil nigga
I ain't worried bout no beef, Ima get that nigga one day
I really hope I catch his ass lacking on that one-way
Nigga I won't spare you, even if it's on a Sunday
So when I see you, get to sprinting, it's gon be a run day
Standing over niggas, fill em up, it's a fun day
Make a white bitch cream, I call that vanilla sundae
Play wit me lil nigga, I ah fuck up yo whole Tuesday
After I get finished with you, you gon need a new face
Talking all on IG, Ima show you how this tool taste
I'll make yo heart off beat, like that nigga Blueface
His homie tried to run and he tripped over his shoelace
Pray that I get rich, I gotta go live in a new place
Niggas steady snitching, fuck around and get a new case
And I ain't tryna talk unless you talking bout a blue face
Fucking on yo wifey and I like just how yo boo taste
I needa feel that feeling, private jet to a new state
Most these niggas faking, they ain't really with that action
Nigga got killed, he thought I was with that rapping
Make yo homies learn a lesson, they needa stop capping
Posted with yo crew, you get hit up cuz you was acting
I won't diss you on my songs, when you see me, get to clapping
Catch you walking out the house, it's gon be so tragic
When I up this pole, yo soul disappear like magic
I treat treat you like a plug, you get stung up, here go the static
Before I pop out, I grab my gun right out the attic
Tired of low income, I'm tryna go live oso lavish
I'll feed yo ass some bullets since you feel like you so savage
Getting money, I be running with some bandits
Nigga better watch it, get shot up right with yo BroNem
Y'all act like y'all some Gs, but inside, you really HoeNem
Bro got the drop on the opps, we gon go now
We gon catch them niggas on the corner, we gon blow down
I fuck with .40s, .45s, never had a 4-Pound
When I come back up in the house, it's gon be like no rounds
Damn it's a graveyard, there is no sound
You cannot chill wit us, nigga there is no lounge
We all got some Glocks, nigga they don't make no low sound
Met up with the plug, got the stuff, now it's on now
Yea I'm gone now
Cut off all my niggas, now I feel like I'm alone now
Fuck it, Ima thug it out lil nigga
You gon make it hard, we gon hawk you down lil nigga
I ain't worried bout no beef, Ima get that nigga one day
I really hope I catch his ass lacking on that one-way
Nigga I won't spare you, even if it's on a Sunday
So when I see you, get to sprinting, it's gon be a run day
Standing over niggas, fill em up, it's a fun day
Make a white bitch cream, I call that vanilla sundae
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Writer(s): Denison Kee
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