POP OUT (feat. Big I-N-D-O, Milly Mo, Jasscole & BB)

Listen, always had **** jumpin' like Jordan, yeah, I been been

I got my own, but he gon' spend regardless, so that's a win-win

Never had to do too much, you play with me, my **** gon' spin

The block is hot, they scope the scene out, Indo say when

These hoes be poppin' lip by basic shit, that's what you supposed to do

Bitches scary in the field, lawn chairs, you're foldable

Shit gotta be in you, can't break down the code to you

Bitches think they scheming, don't believe them, ho, I'm on to you

CUZZOS on the come up, so these lame **** triggered

Leaving **** on read, they mad they can't caress my figure

I'm a cold bitch, now imagine me with six figures

I kept it solid, ass got bigger, so my old **** bitter

Pop out, I be chillin', what's the vibe

Top down in yo city and we live

Knock out, first round, not a fight

Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky

Pop out, I be chillin', what's the vibe

Top down in yo city and we live

Knock out, first round, not a fight

Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky

Tryna quit fuckin' this hoe ****, I can't help it, it's addicting

Steady talkin' like you got it, but ain't never touched a million

Gang banger bitches pressured, silly hoe, I'm a civilian

Said I turned down a fade, could you point me to a witness?

Exactly, me fallin' off would make you buster bitches happy

I don't care at all, we could play ball, bitch, I'm Jackie

This ain't a race, bitch, I got bands, fuck a track me

We could fuck tonight, boy, just get up in that backseat

He starstruck, cause I'm the one

I'm sockin' bitches just for fun

I come around, they give it up

I got 'em yellin', Milly comin

Them ain't my titties, that's the drum

You poppin' shit, well, show me some

I don't know what's up with none

Pop out, I be chillin', what's the vibe

Top down in yo city and we live

Knock out, first round, not a fight

Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky

Pop out, I be chillin', what's the vibe

Top down in yo city and we live

Knock out, first round, not a fight

Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky

It's some gangstas in the building

Couple thugs up in the back

Throw some hunnids in the air

And these hoes don't know how to act

It's some shooters and this bitch

And if you tryna hit the block

We can spin down on them hoes

Knock them bitches off they socks, uh

Pretty bitch, but **** already knew that

Standin' on business, but bitches can't ever do that

They know my name, they see you and they like, who that?

On these ****' heads like Bow- Wow and velvet durags

Pop out, I be chillin', what's the vibe

Top down in yo city and we live

Knock out, first round, not a fight

Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky

Pop out, I be chillin', what's the vibe

Top down in yo city and we live

Knock out, first round, not a fight

Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky

True jeans with the ring, yeah, I'm clean

Bad bitch, he'll give me anything that I need

Anything that I drive, it's gon' be hella clean

I know motherfuckin' coroner, but I'm steppin' on the scene

Yeah

Let me pop my shit

Real bad bitches can floss like this

And talk like this, and my bank account green

Fat ass checks, all commas in between

It's not a bitch fuckin' with me in sight

Nice ass body tellin' me that it's right

Real top tier, top of your head like a halo

Cool ass bitch, but you better lay low

Pop out, I be chillin', what's the vibe

Top down in yo city and we live

Knock out, first round, not a fight

Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky

Pop out, I be chillin', what's the vibe

Top down in yo city and we live

Knock out, first round, not a fight

Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky