Yeat - Popped Out lyrics

Ayy, mino, is this catchy?
That boy Jdolla go crazy

Popped out with my twizzy
(My twin) , that's my twin, yeah
Million on my wrist, yeah
They drank my fish up
Yeah, walked in with that bitch
(Bizzy) , with that bitch, yeah
Bitch, she drank my kids
(Kids) , they tell me, "No, not like this
" huh
Fuck that broke bitch, I don't want none
I want a rich ho (Rich)
You said you flexed that shit
But that shit was just a rental (Swerve)
And I still be high as fuck
I can't get out of this mental (Too high)
Twizzy done pulled up and shh-shh-shh-shh
Now we killin' a vegetable (A lentil)

Yeah, all my racks so stable
I I count ten, twenty, fifties on the bitch
Throw 'em out on the table (Table)
Yeah, y'all got them fake ass diamonds
Thеm funk ass teeth, boy
You came from stable (yeah)
Why thе fuck are these broke ass kids outside
Buying fake lean? Can't buy a cable, yeah
(What? Wait, wait)
Margiela my shoes, Margiela my
Feet, Margiela my bitch, margiela my wrist
Yeah, whole lot of racks on me, whole lot of
Bags on me, a lot of racks on me
I cannot split
And just in one morning I made
More than your mami, your mommy
Your daddy and more than your bitch
I cannot trust all that shit
That they saying to
Me 'cause they know they gon' learn to snitch

Popped out with my twizzy
(My twin) , that's my twin, yeah
Million on my wrist, yeah
They drank my fish up
Yeah, walked in with that bitch
(Bizzy) , with that bitch, yeah
Bitch, she drank my kids
(Kids) , they tell me, "No, not like this
" huh
Fuck that broke bitch, I don't want none
I want a rich ho (Rich)
You said you flexed that shit
But that shit was just a rental (Swerve)
And I still be high as fuck
I can't get out of this mental (Too high)
Twizzy done pulled up and shh-shh-shh-shh
Now we killin' a vegetable (A lentil)

Yeah, all my racks so stable
I I count ten, twenty, fifties on the bitch
Throw 'em out on the table (Table)
Yeah, y'all got them fake ass diamonds
Them funk ass teeth, boy
You came from stable (yeah)
Why the fuck are these broke ass kids outside
Buying fake lean? Can't buy a cable, yeah
(What? Wait, wait)
Margiela my shoes, Margiela my
Feet, Margiela my bitch, margiela my wrist
Yeah, whole lot of racks on me, whole lot of
Bags on me, a lot of racks on me
I cannot split
And just in one morning I made
More than your mami, your mommy
Your daddy and more than your bitch
I cannot trust all that shit
That they saying to
Me 'cause they know they gon' learn to snitch