Pop Out
DooDoooo
Ayy, Don D, you a fool for this one
Look
Ain't no telling what they problem is
But get this nigga out my face, bitch, you is not a man, ayy
Can't do no talkin', I am not a friend
Whole gang wrap your block up like we Taliban
I can never sweat these niggas, don't stress these bitches
Messy hoes be broke as a bitch, I flex on bitches
20K in one of my purses, I shit on bitches every day on purpose
Nigga sent me ten for one of my verses
You bitches ain't checking shit if you ain't really got a check
If that bitch ain't at me, she just talking out our neck
Plus my gang tryna go on, we don't give a fuck where
Catch your bitch out in public, then its really up there, nigga
Pop out, ayy, tell that bitch to pop out (I'm on your ass)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, get off live with it (Yeah)
Pop out, somebody tell that ho to pop out (Messy bitch)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, we outside with it
Pop out, ayy, tell that bitch to pop out (I'm on your ass)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, get off live with it (Yeah)
Pop out, somebody tell that ho to pop out (Messy bitch)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, we outside with it
I'm a boss, I don't gotta handle you messy hoes
So many bitches hate me, I probably ain't never met these hoes
I just hit my brother, he probably just let his hitters know
All my niggas shooters, your niggas runnin' that give and go
Fuck later, if I see a bitch, I'm like, "Fuck brakin'"
Ain't no red lights for green niggas, no pump fakin'
I just put my brothers on that bustdown
Yeah, I just blew whatever on my bustdown
I can't just slide on bitches like I did, 'cause I'm up now
Same pressure, I just pay my guys to get you touched now
Fake pages commenting, type of shit I can't trip on
Old opps hittin' me, tryna see what I been on
Cold bitch, type of bitch any nigga gon' trick on
New drip every day, Lakeyah gon' put that shit on
I'm unbothered, I walk around, still untouched, bitch
'Cause my bitches on go and we really with all the fuck shit
Now tell that ho to
Pop out, ayy, tell that bitch to pop out (I'm on your ass)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, get off live with it (Yeah)
Pop out, somebody tell that ho to pop out (Messy bitch)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, we outside with it
Pop out, ayy, tell that bitch to pop out (I'm on your ass)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, get off live with it (Yeah)
Pop out, somebody tell that ho to pop out (Messy bitch)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, we outside with it
Ayy, Don D, you a fool for this one
Look
Ain't no telling what they problem is
But get this nigga out my face, bitch, you is not a man, ayy
Can't do no talkin', I am not a friend
Whole gang wrap your block up like we Taliban
I can never sweat these niggas, don't stress these bitches
Messy hoes be broke as a bitch, I flex on bitches
20K in one of my purses, I shit on bitches every day on purpose
Nigga sent me ten for one of my verses
You bitches ain't checking shit if you ain't really got a check
If that bitch ain't at me, she just talking out our neck
Plus my gang tryna go on, we don't give a fuck where
Catch your bitch out in public, then its really up there, nigga
Pop out, ayy, tell that bitch to pop out (I'm on your ass)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, get off live with it (Yeah)
Pop out, somebody tell that ho to pop out (Messy bitch)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, we outside with it
Pop out, ayy, tell that bitch to pop out (I'm on your ass)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, get off live with it (Yeah)
Pop out, somebody tell that ho to pop out (Messy bitch)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, we outside with it
I'm a boss, I don't gotta handle you messy hoes
So many bitches hate me, I probably ain't never met these hoes
I just hit my brother, he probably just let his hitters know
All my niggas shooters, your niggas runnin' that give and go
Fuck later, if I see a bitch, I'm like, "Fuck brakin'"
Ain't no red lights for green niggas, no pump fakin'
I just put my brothers on that bustdown
Yeah, I just blew whatever on my bustdown
I can't just slide on bitches like I did, 'cause I'm up now
Same pressure, I just pay my guys to get you touched now
Fake pages commenting, type of shit I can't trip on
Old opps hittin' me, tryna see what I been on
Cold bitch, type of bitch any nigga gon' trick on
New drip every day, Lakeyah gon' put that shit on
I'm unbothered, I walk around, still untouched, bitch
'Cause my bitches on go and we really with all the fuck shit
Now tell that ho to
Pop out, ayy, tell that bitch to pop out (I'm on your ass)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, get off live with it (Yeah)
Pop out, somebody tell that ho to pop out (Messy bitch)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, we outside with it
Pop out, ayy, tell that bitch to pop out (I'm on your ass)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, get off live with it (Yeah)
Pop out, somebody tell that ho to pop out (Messy bitch)
Man, tell that ho to pop out, we outside with it
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Pierre, Lakeyah Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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