Lil Baby, Nardo Wick - Pop Out lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[Lil Baby, Nardo Wick - Pop Out lyrics]

Under thirty, made the Forbes list
I'm a walking script, record me
This a 30 and a 40
Switch make it hit fast as hell
Bitch told me she pray for me
Told her pray for brodie'n'em in the cell
I don't got no stylist
Marni shoes and pants, i'm fresh as hell
Yes I know what happened, I ain't no rat
So I ain't gon' never tell
You can follow Baby, won't
Lead you wrong, bro
I ain't gon' never fail you
Big was tryna show me the right way to go
I was so rebellious
Whatever they doin' don't bother me
Bro I'm oh so careless
You the type of guy that
Want the "I" for rеal, you all so selfish
I'm the type of guy rеady to die for
This shit if it gon' prevail us
I can't slip, look at this shit I've built
I know they tryna nail us
Give her two or three thousand off the rip
She said she want her nails done
Cuban links on just because
This shit really from the mud
We handled the business like gentlemen
I can't rock with thugs
Jeff can get ten M's if he needed it
You know I rock with Thug
All my niggas jack in the boxes, playin'
We poppin' up


Pop up with them switches on
Pop up with that shit on
Pop up like my granny, grandma, granny
Lot of chains on
I might pop up with your bitch
Later on I'll send her home
I heard he heard I hit his bitch
So he don't like to hear my songs
She said "Wick you made me sick"
How when I'm your medicine
Ain't gay, don't go that way at all
But I love that nigga Benjamin
Chop stick, grrt bah bah bah bah
Keep that for the robber men
Foreign fabric, cars, and hoes
I'm the only thing American
I done stuffed a million in the duffle
Smurf dollars blue color
Pull up big body Barbus
Trucks the new Hummers
Told me I lay the pipe right
I'm her new plumber
It's hard to interact with people
I come from the jungle
We some animals in designer
Clothes and jewelry
How we got the same cars they
Drove in Fast and Furious?
Why she ask me "Do I love her?"
I said "You can't be serious" (Uh)
Cold hearted
Touch my chest and you gon' burr

Super fast, I hit the gas
You hear her skrr-rr
Twenty-two, five, lil' rico got him pure
I was standin' on the block tryna get
A rack to buy a Buick
Now I'm trim, Lamborghini Boy
I know you seen that Urus
If I ever run into your bitch
Your love life gon' be ruined
Take a break, but ain't
Gon' never gonna stop
This shit to be continued from a traphouse
Beatin' down the doors to
Packin' out the venue
When they catch him, they gon' eat him up
I put him on the menu
Put piranhas on yo ass, three
Four hundred on your ass
Get the switch, she actin' bad
Like your mama on your ass
My first deal was worth a couple mil'
I still was sellin' bags
Maggot bitches trying to tackle me
I'm stiff armin' they ass
Google said my net worth five mil'
I got that shit in cash
Everyday my life go up and up
It's hard for me to get mad
I'm established, I might pop out
Cactus Jack on like I'm Travis
They act happy, but as soon
As you turn your back, they try to stab you
I done manifested this shit
As soon as I see it I'm gonna grab it
I act humble, but you can
Go and check my numbers, i ain't average
I be hearin' shit, but you
Old washed up niggas, i be laughin'
You don't hear nothing 'bout my young niggas
Cause they know to put on a mask
Yeah, pop out with a baddie with me
Pop up with Lil' Danem with me
Pop up with that cannon on me
He can't come, we banned lil' homie

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