Pop Out
Pop out like it's Halloween
Cause that's how we be
I'm forever rep the 864 cause that's my city
Used to work a 9 to 5 now I'm working in the streets
Now I'm taking flights to across the map just so we can eat
Yeah
I'm breaking down my bowls
Like I'm breaking down my hoes
I just get what I came for then I send them through the door
All you broke fools messing with these bitches ego
Never trust a bitch cause she'll be quick to fuck your bro
I remember all those days where they said I wouldn't make it
They say fake it til you make it but I never had to fake it
I ain't worried bout a hoe cause the bag is what I'm chasing
Yea I'm cooking on the beat so I'm bringing home the bacon
Yeah
Serving all these pounds so I can get a couple bands
If you walk into my trap all you see is contraband
I'm a real trap star so you can't understand
Got all these niggas mad cause they bitch my biggest fan
Riding around my city with my Glock tucked in my side
Just in case a motherfucker play with me he wanna die
Got Gucci on my belt and clothes even on my slides
Every beat I intend to kill it that's a homicide
Cause that's how we be
I'm forever rep the 864 cause that's my city
Used to work a 9 to 5 now I'm working in the streets
Now I'm taking flights to across the map just so we can eat
Yeah
I'm breaking down my bowls
Like I'm breaking down my hoes
I just get what I came for then I send them through the door
All you broke fools messing with these bitches ego
Never trust a bitch cause she'll be quick to fuck your bro
I remember all those days where they said I wouldn't make it
They say fake it til you make it but I never had to fake it
I ain't worried bout a hoe cause the bag is what I'm chasing
Yea I'm cooking on the beat so I'm bringing home the bacon
Yeah
Serving all these pounds so I can get a couple bands
If you walk into my trap all you see is contraband
I'm a real trap star so you can't understand
Got all these niggas mad cause they bitch my biggest fan
Riding around my city with my Glock tucked in my side
Just in case a motherfucker play with me he wanna die
Got Gucci on my belt and clothes even on my slides
Every beat I intend to kill it that's a homicide
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Castro
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