Pop Out-Lil Baby F. Nardo Wick Lyrics

“Pop Out” 

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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