Pop Out

Look! AhanNNNNN
Run them Bands up
Run them Bands up
Up the sticks
Get them Hands up
Open the pack up
And roll that sticky! Sticky!
Real street just like Lil Keed
He pop that blicky blicky real shit!
I'm a trill bitch
Watch who you fucking with!

Got niggas on go, He got the guap
I'm touching my toes
Bar for bar line for line We in the yo
ATL, Louisiana You better know
I'm tapping in,Fuck that i'm popping out

Niggas call me toxic, Cause i'm cocky
Yea I be all up in your wallet, In your pocket
You can't find another bitch just like this
Look, I can just play your wifey And your mistress

I'm bringing the pain
Never throw shots when I aim
Please don't think its a game
123 step this boss shit that I rep
I could do this with no effort
I'm in my bag major facts
I get it like this and like that
Where i'm from Niggas buss gats
And bitches be twerkin that cat

Got niggas on go, He got the guap
I'm touching my toes
Bar for bar line for line We in the yo
ATL, Louisiana You better know
I'm tapping in,Fuck that i'm popping out

I'm popping out I'm popping out
I'm popping out, yea
I'm popping out, I'm popping out
I'm popping out ayyeee
I'm popping out, I'm popping out
I'm popping out yea
I'm popping out ayyee

Get your hands up!
Run them bands up and stand up
To a real one, never back down
Never catch a real bitch running
You can stand by 2 shots
Of what ever keep it coming
Look,
Got the long lace With the white diamonds
With the white fur, Crop shirt, blue jeans,
Fashionova boots
We gon pop out with the top out
Niggas be loving them bitch
From down south
Cause we got that good
Mouf owww owww

Niggas call me toxic, Cause i'm cocky
Yea I be all up in your wallet, In your pocket
You can't find another bitch just like this
Look, I can just play your wifey And your mistress

Bank roll after bank roll
Not Lil boosie but my bank
Swole yea my bank swole
My ass roll when I touch my toes,
When I touch my toes
You be loving when that thang go
When that thang go
Look
Awww man! There she go again
Post up on the gram
Bitches get mad at they man!
I'm thinking about success,
Thinking of a master plan
I'm popping out
With that drop top and that
Thang cocked and the only thing
I'm worried bout is counting these fuckin bands

Got niggas on go, He got the guap
I'm touching my toes
Bar for bar line for line We in the yo
ATL, Louisiana You better know
I'm tapping in,Fuck that i'm popping out

I'm popping out I'm popping out
I'm popping out, yea
I'm popping out, I'm popping out
I'm popping out ayyeee
I'm popping out, I'm popping out
I'm popping out yea
I'm popping out ayyee



Credits
Writer(s): Kimberly Mccoy, Miranda Jacko
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