Softwilly, Yung Kage, XANAKIN SKYWOK, Larrrycroft - POP OUT lyrics

I don't make mistakes
I’m not just like the rest of you
I’m stronger, I’m smarter
I’m better, I am better
AV with that drip hoe

Do it, do it (bow bow)
Do it, do it (bow bow)
Marching band this that fucking drum music
Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted
Mama said get the bread and fuck losing

Leave that hoe where the bitch at
Fuck that bitch where that clip at
Hoe just wanna fuck now
But her man needs rounds so
Where’s his crib at
I drive up in an SRT glock gen-three
Busting near the window seat
Also bust in her face when she slop my jeans
These VVS link with the Prada tee
Bitch ass fat like it really was a steak
I shoot niggas in they mufuckin' face
I bust the dough in his mufuckin'place
Dumb nigga
Come here and and get mufucking stained
Four, five extended on 'em
Glock out extendo on it
You niggas rock with a reaper
We putting lead up on 'em
I’m talking mufuckin' Caesar
I got that lettuce on 'em
You talking mufuckin' cheaper
You got pleather on 'em

Do it, do it (bow bow)
Do it, do it (bow bow)
Marching band this that fucking drum music
Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted
Mama said get the bread and fuck losing

Thirty clips, i let 'em rip this Tonka
Truck got dirty doors
Fucking on a bitch that be
Sucking fucking on twenty-four
Thousand island dressing and some Henny
Up in my Aventador count my money
Dracula he suck the back of my sweaty pores
Whip my nascar with the trunk up
She watch Spongebob when we fucked up
Bob on my nuts, sponge she suck up
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Do it, do it (bow bow)
Do it, do it (bow bow)
Marching band this that fucking drum music
Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted
Mama said get the bread and fuck losing

Poppin' out the sticks
I got the Bunsen burner, crack yo' face
'Bout to get the whip up on yo' bish
She’s eating souls today
Bag a dab a pinch, cut a flip a brick
Turning half a grand up into a Bezo’s taste
That watcha’ da’ clock size of flava flav’s
That Dougie dat’ dimsdale dimma
Dommed her face bitch, this stick gone ride
I hit the dash, big whips we slide
My money dance, thick hips she wide
This Tonka fast, we take yo' slips
And we out this bitch

Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Vroom-vroom
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Vroom-vroom
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom
Whole lotta, vroom, vroom, vroom
Trip that, whole lotta chit-chat
Front dash, fuck where yo' bitch at?
Fuck that, fuck where the at?
Drift fast, dri-dri-drift fast
Okay, make that money money, make that money
Olé, olé, olé put that bitch in her place
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Vroom-vroom
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Vroom-vroom
Whole lotta, whole lotta, yeah, whole lotta
Ooh whole lotta, vroom-vroom