CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pop Out
Pop out
Pop out
Pop out
Oh, ayy
Pop out, big stick
Two phones, two-tone
Automatic, fall out
You a savage, yeah, nah
Headshot, big bag
Long cheques, no vest
Rolex, Cubans
All in, who wins?
Pop out, big stick
Two phones, two-tone
Automatic, fall out
You a savage, yeah, nah
Headshot, big bag
Long cheques, no vest
Rolex, Cubans
All in, who wins?
Yeah
Smoking on medical, pineapple, Cali, that's all, yeah (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Ain't with the basics, I got all the favourites, it's all there, ayy
We doing better, it's the realists that's in it
Play with the money, not feelings
Peep out the window, it's tinted
I'm coming straight from the gutter, your mans is a runner
If I'm hopping out, do not stutter
My patience thin as your lines, you get no reply
Lil' boy, are you ready to ride?
Got the location, we span there a few
Money on head, but I'm looking for you
Walk kinda stiff from the broom, mask on like Doom (Uh)
Back to the past for your tomb
Hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a hundred man
I do not f**k with the middleman
Tell that lil' puss I don't give a damn
Gave you the drop, you ain't answering
Spin out the foreign, got Glocky on wrist
If you outside, then you catching these tips
Hide up your barbie, you know what it is
She for the gang and you know what it is
Pop out, big stick
Two phones, two-tone
Automatic, fall out
You a savage, yeah, nah
Headshot, big bag
Long cheques, no vest
Rolex, Cubans
All in, who wins?
Pop out, big stick
Two phones, two-tone
Automatic, fall out
You a savage, yeah, nah
Headshot, big bag
Long cheques, no vest
Rolex, Cubans
All in, who wins?
Put in for Shotty, don't play, what he say
Aim for the moon and the stars, what a plan
Tell you a lil' story 'bout shawty and 'nem
Come for the guys and you catching the lead
Glock .44, ho got one in the head
Tell you a story 'bout shawty and 'nem
Ain't what it is, have him talk on the stay
Aim for the opps, they'll be gone in the end
Pop out
Pop out
Oh, ayy
Pop out, big stick
Two phones, two-tone
Automatic, fall out
You a savage, yeah, nah
Headshot, big bag
Long cheques, no vest
Rolex, Cubans
All in, who wins?
Pop out, big stick
Two phones, two-tone
Automatic, fall out
You a savage, yeah, nah
Headshot, big bag
Long cheques, no vest
Rolex, Cubans
All in, who wins?
Yeah
Smoking on medical, pineapple, Cali, that's all, yeah (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Ain't with the basics, I got all the favourites, it's all there, ayy
We doing better, it's the realists that's in it
Play with the money, not feelings
Peep out the window, it's tinted
I'm coming straight from the gutter, your mans is a runner
If I'm hopping out, do not stutter
My patience thin as your lines, you get no reply
Lil' boy, are you ready to ride?
Got the location, we span there a few
Money on head, but I'm looking for you
Walk kinda stiff from the broom, mask on like Doom (Uh)
Back to the past for your tomb
Hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a hundred man
I do not f**k with the middleman
Tell that lil' puss I don't give a damn
Gave you the drop, you ain't answering
Spin out the foreign, got Glocky on wrist
If you outside, then you catching these tips
Hide up your barbie, you know what it is
She for the gang and you know what it is
Pop out, big stick
Two phones, two-tone
Automatic, fall out
You a savage, yeah, nah
Headshot, big bag
Long cheques, no vest
Rolex, Cubans
All in, who wins?
Pop out, big stick
Two phones, two-tone
Automatic, fall out
You a savage, yeah, nah
Headshot, big bag
Long cheques, no vest
Rolex, Cubans
All in, who wins?
Put in for Shotty, don't play, what he say
Aim for the moon and the stars, what a plan
Tell you a lil' story 'bout shawty and 'nem
Come for the guys and you catching the lead
Glock .44, ho got one in the head
Tell you a story 'bout shawty and 'nem
Ain't what it is, have him talk on the stay
Aim for the opps, they'll be gone in the end
