"Pop Out" lyrics

Pop out, hurt your feelings
She wan' fuck on me cause I'm the realest
My fuckin' jeans cost your rent, lil bitch I'm serious
My fuckin' jean's Dior, I don't rock Amiri
Got my forty on me, ain't no man I'm fearin'
And my wrist keep on bleedin' like a period
Woofin' on the net, lil boy, I wanna kill ya
You switchin' up, lil boy, you just like chameleon
Countin' money, different color like chameleon
And my brother keep his gun, it got no serial
All that cappin' lil bitch, you know I don't feel ya
Peel off in my Porsche, I don't wanna see ya
Got this shit right out the dirt just like a burial

(Yeah man, I'ma 'bouta pop out, got this shit out the ground like a burial, man)
(Gotta turn up, gotta turn up, yeah yeah, baby pop out)

Hop out, flexed up, just because
I'ma turn up, baby, I ain't done
I be with my vamp, that's my vlood (Wit' my v)
I be in her pussy, make it flood (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'ma turn up, I ain't done (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma flex up on you just because (Yeah, yeah)
She just wanna have sex, she wanna have fun (Yeah, yeah)
She don't wanna kick it with no bum

Pop out, hurt your feelings
She wan' fuck on me cause I'm the realest
My fuckin' jeans cost your rent, lil bitch I'm serious
My fuckin' jean's Dior, I don't rock Amiri
Got my forty on me, ain't no man I'm fearin'
And my wrist keep on bleedin' like a period
Woofin' on the net, lil boy, I wanna kill ya
You switchin' up, lil boy, you just like chameleon
Countin' money, different color like chameleon
And my brother keep his gun, it got no serial
All that cappin' lil bitch, you know I don't feel ya
Peel off in my Porsche, I don't wanna see ya
Got this shit right out the dirt just like a burial