"Pop Out" lyrics

I pop out on the scene, everybody looking
They know I turn up any club everywhere they book me
My diamonds hit like blow
My wrist I bust it down
Why hoes don't like me
This ain't fashion week, this just my style

I ran it up 1000 miles
New Birkin worth a whole house
I always set the trends before
These hoes burnt the last one out
Be careful niggas crashing out
I got that shit they crash about
I told them I can't come around
Without that check, I'm not allowed
Hop on a PJ when I'm bored
I'm island hopping in Dior
Ms. Stand on business in Chanel
I been that one ain't hard to tell
This game ain't free, it's not for sale
You grind like me it's hard to fail
I'm raw shit cooking in the pot
Fresh out the kitchen, broke the scale
A real rich boss
You might get lost it's hard to keep up
On my ass I got to speed up
Cut him off if he can't eat up
In a black truck with my feet up
On the way to grab my backend
Classy bitch, but I got rap friends
When we pop out, we like what's happenin'

I pop out
They know I bring them racks out
I got em sick
Like why the hell she come out
I pop out
My diamonds hit just like blow
Pop out like fashion week, my everyday style
I pop out
They know I bring them racks out
I got em sick
Like why the hell she come out
I pop out
My diamonds hit just like blow
Pop out like fashion week, my everyday style