"Pop Out" lyrics

Pop out with these diamonds on me, pop out with your bitch too

Had a lot of karma back in blood, we aiming heads too
Head shot, dead shot, made a nigga think twice
Ran up on the gang, we let it bang, niggas, we take lives
See, I can't even move in silence, bitch, you know I tiptoe

Creep up on a nigga, turn his head into a peephole
Pop out with them switches on me, pop out with my Glocks too
Got a lot of bitches, you my favorite, I can't wife you
See, I can't trust a bitch who for the streets, you know that shit's facts

I can't love a girl who love to cuddle, need that late snack
See, I can't trust a nigga who just claim he got some bodies
I can't trust a nigga who can't kill without the molly
See, we can't even step the same, Balenciaga Cuban chain

I'm addicted to this paper, cus money erase the pain
Pop out at your party when you see me, know it's game time
Keep it locked and loaded, catch a body like a landmine
Why these niggas playin' when they step to me, step to me

Finger on the trigger, that's my medicine, my therapy
Keep it on me at all times, cus a nigga stay ready
Leave a scene where you sleep, guarantee you won't forget me
Double cuppin' just to sleep at night, don't test me

Bitches want my heart, but they'll get what's left of me
Last bitch ran off, shorty tried to play me
New nigga that she found, beat her ass daily
See, I can't even feel sorry, bitch, you did me worse

I don't wish death on my enemies, but you might be the first
Making music for them heartbreaks, that flow is in a hearse
I cheated on her 22 times, I think I need a church
I ain't bragging, bitch, I can really never lose

Make you happy one day, find someone else to screw
Bitches lying, niggas cap, you ain't livin' what you rap
How you from the suburbs, but claim you grew up in a trap
These pussy made ass niggas ain't shootin' shit

Nigga flex his knife, you a claim, lil' bitch
She I'ma stand on what I speak, support my own two feet
Fuck a nigga who can't even make it farther than me

Pop out with these diamonds on me, pop out with your bitch too
Had a lot of karma, back in blood, we aim at heads too
Headshot, dead shot, made a nigga think twice
Ran up on the gang, we let it bang, niggas, we take lives

See, I can't even move in silence, bitch, you know I tiptoe
Creep up on a nigga, turn his head into a peephole