Pop Out ft. K1ng D Lyrics

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HAAAN

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But I know you never do that

You just like to talk you a pussy like that one cat

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But I know you really scared

Cuz' I caught your homie slipping and I beat him at the fair

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You never be where all the action

You said you with your gang but I turned them to a fraction

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Now you got to face this nine

Bullets enter through your front but they exit through your spine

Gave you Tales From The Whitt now this Just A Little Taste

Got my 9mm and it's tucked up in my waist

If you say you want a problem then I up it in your face

If I ever go broke I'm the type to crack the safe

Got a bad little thang and she likes to bust it down

She asked me what I'm drinking I only drink apple crown

Got the dark liquor in me I'm bout to turn to a hound (Bark)

I know you like the way that sound

All I rock is F4DEDBOY$ when you ask about the drip

I just got my back end made it triple with the flip

Got that drank in my cup no you can't have a sip

Got a performance in the club and ima' walk in with my stick

Can't nobody tell me different that's the way it's gonna go

Really brought up in these streets I don't bend break or fold

Really had it down bad but I'm gifted and I'm chose

Tell me how is you a man but you acting like a hoe

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But I know you never do that

You just like to talk you a pussy like that one cat

Pop Out

But I know you really scared

Cuz' I caught your homie slipping and I beat him at the fair

Pop Out

You never be where all the action

You said you with your gang but I turned them to a fraction

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Now you got to face this nine

Bullets enter through your front but they exit through your spine

Pull up to the scene make a mess get the mop out

Hop out, I ain't fucking with no drop outs

Gangstas don't dance we boogie with the top down

64' impalas we baller we don't talk bout'

Aye, you know the game is really cold tho

Catch me in the hood riding solo

Aye, ain't you that nigga in the low low

You the one that be talking to the po-po

I'm on the porch smoking Cubans sipping 40's (Why)

These niggas can't afford these

Every hood in my section really know me

Twisting Ape Shit smoking OG

The Panamera shit up on that nine eleven

I call my homies not 911 (Yeah)

I'm the one with the juice

Stay chucking up the deuce

Pop out and let loose

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But I know you never do that

You just like to talk you a pussy like that one cat

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But I know you really scared

Cuz' I caught your homie slipping and I beat him at the fair

Pop Out

You never be where all the action

You said you with your gang but I turned them to a fraction

Pop Out

Now you got to face this nine

Bullets enter through your front but they exit through your spine