Shoreline Mafia, Lil Yachty - Pop Out lyrics

Pop out get some money
AR-15 in the trunk I paid on the dummy
Nah I ain't hood,  wish you
Would,  on my mommy, uhh
Talking to these hoes like I'm Gandhi
Yeah I'm nice but I still tote a Tommy
Big ice try to catch up, self homi-
Nigga dissing me
Better look out for his aunty
Chopper get to singing like Ashanti

Rocking fronts on front
Got a chopper in the trunk
And the trunk in the front
I could teach you how to stunt
Just like 50, all these niggas silly
I'm at Neiman while your
Nigga shop at Tilly's he at Pac Sun
I'm where you get the packs from
Where we take your pack and you
Won't get it back from
Where we fuck your bitch but
Only from the back, son
She fucking me and Yachty
Said that we both handsome
I get a lot of boats, I serve a lot of yachty
Fucking on the hoes
I ain't cuffin' on no thotties
Perkies in my body, stunting is a hobby
Peewee Longway how I'm running
'round the lobby pop out get some money
AR-15 in the trunk I paid on the dummy
Nah I ain't hood, wish you
Would, on my mommy, uhh
Talking to these hoes like I'm Gandhi
Yeah I'm nice but I still tote a Tommy
Big ice try to catch up, self homi-
Nigga dissing me
Better look out for his aunty
Chopper get to singing like Ashanti

I get money, fuck beef
I got way too many shooters
For a nigga touch me
Still shit on the block
That's why the junkies love me
Whip up cookie just so I can serve my aunty
We still in the streets like we
Don't know where we should go
Still with the niggas that was with me
I was broke
I ain't have no money for the store
I stick it up
Now I'm up, ayy, tell Ron Ron load it up
Why you niggas keep tryna test me
Nigga prolly mad 'cause his
Bitch wanna sex me
Hop out with the chopper sprinting
Like a track meet
Balling NBA I'm shooting like a athlete

Pop out get some money
AR-15 in the trunk I paid on the dummy
Nah I ain't hood, wish you
Would, on my mommy, uhh
Talking to these hoes like I'm Gandhi
Yeah I'm nice but I still tote a Tommy
Big ice try to catch up, self homi-
Nigga dissing me
Better look out for his aunty
Chopper get to singing like Ashanti

Bitch it's big ass Boat
Walked in wearing loafs 50 meters from here
I got gang with the scope
10 thousand dollars
Spent that on a Louis coat
30 thousand dollars on my momma's mink coat
I'ma talk my shit, I was broke
Niggas laughing but I'm rich
What's the joke?
Now I'm with Shoreline, pouring four lines
Talking down on gang
Gang gon' kick your door down
Think this shit sweet, on God, go and try
Fuck wrong with that nigga
Leave his ass on the side
Think this shit sweet, on God, go and try
Fuck wrong with that nigga
Leave his ass on the side

Pop out get some money
AR-15 in the trunk I paid on the dummy
Nah I ain't hood, wish you
Would, on my mommy, uhh
Talking to these hoes like I'm Gandhi
Yeah I'm nice but I still tote a Tommy
Big ice try to catch up, self homi-
Nigga dissing me
Better look out for his aunty
Chopper get to singing like Ashanti