Pop Out

Pop out like it's Halloween Cause that's how we be I'm forever rep the 864 cause that's my city Used to work a 9 to 5 now I'm working in the streets Now I'm taking flights to across the map just so we can eat Yeah I'm breaking down my bowls Like I'm breaking down my hoes I just get what I came for then I send them through the door All you broke fools messing with these bitches ego Never trust a bitch cause she'll be quick to f*ck your bro I remember all those days where they said I wouldn't make it They say fake it til you make it but I never had to fake it I ain't worried bout a hoe cause the bag is what I'm chasing Yea I'm cooking on the beat so I'm bringing home the bacon Yeah Serving all these pounds so I can get a couple bands If you walk into my trap all you see is contraband I'm a real trap star so you can't understand Got all these niggas mad cause they bitch my biggest fan Riding around my city with my Glock tucked in my side Just in case a motherfucker play with me he wanna die Got Gucci on my belt and clothes even on my slides Every beat I intend to kill it that's a homicide