Pop Out - Solo Version

(Anthony)
(Yeah)
(Uh-huh, yeah)
(Lost)
(Quit playing with me lil nigga)

Holy shit, we pop out in that Fusion, spin around and pop his shit again
All my friends are presidents so I be counting all these M's
Said you got a problem but you still pop out, you been a fan
I can't see you through these Ray Bans, drop a bag and then again
Had y'all niggas screaming "Free Drew", nigga knuck if you gone buck
Have my ex bitch on my line and she still asking me to fuck
Better post up and be ready when I'm hopping out the truck

They say "Paula getting boring", had to come with something different
And the plug just hit my line, just ask that nigga for the digits
And the ten piece got me rolling, I ain't talking bout no chicken
It cost a fee to get admission
Whipping up inside the kitchen
Quit that cap and all the bitching
Get so high I touch the ceiling
All my niggas throwing dollars
They ain't rapping like Lil Paula
I'm on top, I'm the shot caller
He was running when we caught em
Man you started all this beef, when I'm finished you'll be streak
I ain't mean to sound real selfish, you ain't eating off my plate
Man you started all this beef, when I'm finished you'll be streak
I ain't mean to sound real selfish, you ain't eating off my plate
Lil bitch

Holy shit, we pop out in that Fusion, spin around and pop his shit again
All my friends are presidents so I be counting all these M's
Said you got a problem but you still pop out, you been a fan
I can't see you through these Ray Bans, drop a bag and then again
Had y'all niggas screaming "Free Drew", nigga knuck if you gone buck
Have my ex bitch on my line and she still asking me to fuck
Better post up and be ready when I'm hopping out the truck



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Writer(s): Andrew Morgan
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