Pop Out Lyrics

I like the way you do ya dance

I like the style of clothes you wear

She like the way I do throw them bands

I like the

Man it's time to pop out

Call up the niggas finna rock out

Top tier bitch ass fat when she hopped out

Everybody lit' with a bottle takin' shots now

Ayy, man it's time to pop out

Man we too turnt, we can't stop now

And we know everybody, man the whole block out

The way she make it clap, throw it back, I pull a guap out

Ayy, man it's time to pop out

I got that shit on, fresh from head to toe

Bottle in my hand, I'm bout to pour it down her throat

Ayy, bae, let that liquor talk and drop it to the floor

She bring it back up, I got her begging me for more

Badass bitches got a nigga turned up

Ayy, Brody, what you sippin'Pour this liquor in your cup

She throw her back on me, tryna show a nigga love

You got a hard ass dick, nah, baby, that's my gun

Turn to the max, it's that birthday behavior

Brody passed out, sorry, I cannot save ya

There's too much ass around, I can't contain it

The way that she movin', man, I think this my favorite

Pour another shot, now you speakin' my language

Her phone keep ringin', yeah, she left her nigga hangin

The DJ playin' toxic, got that shit bangin'

Young Cle takin' over, I'm just sayin

Man it's time to pop out

Call up the niggas finna rock out

Top tier bitch ass fat when she hopped out

Everybody lit' with a bottle takin' shots now

Ayy, man it's time to pop out

Man we too turnt, we can't stop now

And we know everybody, man the whole block out

The way she make it clap, throw it back, I pull a guap out

Ayy, man it's time to pop out

I like the way you do your dance

I like the style of clothes you wear

She like the way I throw them bands

Sorry, I cannot be your man

I like the way you do your dance

I like the style of clothes you wear

She like the way I throw them bands

Sorry, I cannot be your man