Pasto Flocco, SoFaygo - Pop Out lyrics

4evr young ayo, J6, turn that up
Ah yeah, ah yeah ah yeah, ah yeah
Pasto Flocco, yeah pasto Flocco, yeah

We pop out with the squad and
You know that we lit
Ain't get no sleep, yeah, I'm
Just tryna get rich, yeah
Got my mind on the guap
I don't care 'bout no bitch
No, I never slip, yeah
I'm never lackin', no, i'm too in this
He said he a trapper
But he ain't never take no risks
Said he got drip, he ain't drippin' like this
Did it again, yeah, I feel like Jay Critch
They don't know me, don't know what I'm about
When they talk, they be runnin' they mouth
Sometimes you gotta get loud
It's the only way to get the point across
I'm in her mouth
In her mouth like some dental floss
She gettin' horny when she hear the metaphors

Fuck your favourite rapper
I got a better voice
She left her boyfriend and came to me
Better choice
Pasto the Flocco, yeah, the Beretta boy
Back up the Flocco and made that boy teleport
In my own zone and dimension
Everything that I say, I mean it
My reality, what I was dreamin'
Sneak dissin', that shit for no reason

We pop out with the squad and
You know that we lit
Ain't get no sleep, yeah, I'm
Just tryna get rich, yeah
Got my mind on the guap
I don't care 'bout no bitch
No, I never slip, yeah
I'm never lackin', no, i'm too in this
He said he a trapper
But he ain't never take no risks
Said he got drip, he ain't drippin' like this
Did it again, yeah, I feel like Jay Critch
They don't know me, don't know what I'm about
When they talk, they be runnin' they mouth
Sometimes you gotta get loud
It's the only way to get the point across
I'm in her mouth
In her mouth like some dental floss
She gettin' horny when she hear the metaphors

(Brrt) Why he never pop out?
I be with real shooters from the South
We got the Glocks out, get down
I beat her back down, lights out (Brree)
I cannot love her, I told her move over
She only wan' fuck because I'm in designer
That girl like eighty, she fiendin' for clout
And I only want her 'cause
Of what's behind her (yeah)
She didn't mean it, man, I wanna see it, man
Why does she think I'ma try to hide her?
(Brree) it can get nasty, pull up on my gang
Lil' boy, if it's a problem
You know we gon' find you
You know my flow sick like China
Real drip, I don't need no stylist
Not a Crip but I got these blue hundreds
You niggas steal the swag, damn
Lil' Faygo done done it

We pop out with the squad and
You know that we lit
Ain't get no sleep, yeah, I'm
Just tryna get rich, yeah
Got my mind on the guap
I don't care 'bout no bitch
No, I never slip, yeah
I'm never lackin', no, i'm too in this
He said he a trapper
But he ain't never take no risks
Said he got drip, he ain't drippin' like this
Did it again, yeah, I feel like Jay Critch
They don't know me, don't know what I'm about
When they talk, they be runnin' they mouth
Sometimes you gotta get loud
It's the only way to get the point across
I'm in her mouth
In her mouth like some dental floss
She gettin' horny when she hear the metaphors