POP OUT

(Ay) (Ay) I up with this stick and I get his ass gone Talk out yo neck and get smoked like a bong Bitch I ain't hidin it ain't hard to find me You know where I'm at and you know what I'm on Get shot in your shit just for runnin' yo mouth You know how I'm coming you know what I'm bout Don't front like you with it cause I'll pull up on you Pop out on yo block and air everybody out I pop a bar and I roll up a blunt Double my cup when I pour up the mud Only got p's if you tryna get bud But I might sell a zip if you tryna re up I'll get you hit for whatever you got Bales in my whip on the way to the drop Ride with a blick and a pint of the wock I ain't James harden I don't know how to flop Speak on my name and get put on a T I'll get u killed for a couple of g's Don't got no friends bitch I only got fiends and you thought shit was sweet what the f*ck do you mean Stop allat cappin' you know what it is I got some for you if you tryna diss Don't go back and forth I go body for body And don't need no molly to f*ck with these sticks Put that boy on a shirt put his dog in the dirt Now you want smoke cause yo feelings is hurt Go get yo get back and get off yo phone That's why yo partna was dyin alone I can tell you a hoe I can tell you a rat You can't come round my block you can't come to the trap Go get a job and get outta the streets You'd be the first one to call the police I ain't trusting nobody give a f*ck what you think Sippin' on codeine it's all that I drink 7.62 with a 50 round drum If you ain't with the shits then we ain't finna link Bitch I ain't yo boyfriend so don't try and play me I'm sending bullets like my name was Brady Sippin' on codeine this shit got me lazy I'm still at the trap making plays on the daily I ain't scared to die bitch I'm with all the smoke You only a gangster when you sniffing coke Bitch I'm good where I go and I'm good on my own But my cousin a blood and my partna a loc Bitch I roll with them steppas you know what it is Get stomped in your shit just for runnin' yo lip Pop out with a cutter and scope out the crib Walk that boy down and he ran like a bitch (Ya dig) I up with this stick and I get his ass gone Talk out yo neck and get smoked like a bong Bitch I ain't hidin it ain't hard to find me You know where I'm at and you know what I'm on Get shot in your shit just for runnin' yo mouth You know how I'm coming you know what I'm bout Don't front like you with it cause I'll pull up on you Pop out on yo block and air everybody out