Pop Out ft. Jae Poet & Fckbwoy Lyrics

Yeah

Bitch

Mr. Beretta 2, don't fuck around

Yeah

Stormz got some hits, b-boy

Yeah

Yeah

Look

I tell them pop out

I call up some hittas who pull a glock out

They see that I'm drippy

The floor it be slippy

Don't say that I'm trippy

I got the mops out

And if you got problems

You know I be wildin'

You not on my timing no time to opt out

673PTG never play any games you can't say that we ever cop out

You should know that I'm never gon lose

She's gonna choose

They're coming in twos

I'm like a fuse

You look confused

I be amused

Play by the rules

I'm staying cruel

I'm staying cool

I'm staying bool

Wet like a pool

She wet like a pool

Shine like the moon

All of my diamonds they buss out the roof (Gang!)

Seven-O Beretta never play

Working hard tryna elevate

Yeah I stay up to see better days

Likes it's Uno, bout to pick and play

Yeah she acting like she need a change

And she talking crazy bout to rearrange

Seven-O Beretta pop out to the scene, everybody's seating change

Yeah my business is mine only

Better push the pedal, better see your lane (What?)

Cause when I get in my zone and I get in my bag, little boy you won't breathe the same

Yeah I got killers on killers and hitters on hitters

My boy you won't see the same

Before you turn to a lick

You gonna be shook cause you don't wanna be the stain (What else!)

Yeah you better back up

Get smacked up

Know some hittas with a mac tucked, don't act up

No I never slack up

Better catch up

Little boy don't lack up

You'll get slapped up

Tryna get a jag, huh

Get a bag, huh

Double XL mag, huh

Get it ragged, huh

Yeah I'm bout to jab up

It's a wrap, huh

Hit you one time, slam up

Better man up

I call up Fckbwoy

I call up Poet

We getting bready and you know we show it

I'm working hard and you know I'mma own it

I live up to my name and I never blow it

673PTG yeah we're coded

My bars they be fire cause Beretta wrote it (PTG!)

I gave her my heart and then she went and broke it

So I scooped her friend, I bet she'd never notice (Boom boom!)

Yeah we gon' pop out

Glock out and you know we letting shots out (Word)

I know they hate our wave cause we on top now (Damn!)

You try to play, we spray a lot of chop sounds

I call up Seven-O Beretta

He probably got like seven berettas in the back

I call up 'Pollo, he give you a hallow that's word to my mother nigga we don't lack

Knows that's a fact

Poet the rebel, every-time I spit I'm killing every track (Killing every track!)

She wanna feel like a thug when I'm beating it up

In her ribs I make her hold the gat (I make her hold the gat!)

He tough, he tough

My niggas is crazier bro we coming for the pact

No bluff with us

673PTG, PSO on the map

Hold on

You thought we was gon' chill out (Word!)

If a nigga move wrong he get a permanent sit out

Men in black boy, I got the smith take the will out

Girl I'm finna sink in that pussy no get out

I'mma put a hit out (Word!)

Take everything that you did out (Word!)

I ain't tryna resolve shit out

I don't need niggas I'll do it without

Bitch I'm number one in the pick out

We gon' red dot him

Aim target then headshot him

Roger did we get it bro

Yea got him

Know we had to let lead hot him

Every problem I get I dead it

I'm a damn problem

No kizzy

It's a bandemic nigga you got me talking like Bizzy

If you not PSO you ain't with me

I'mma bad boy nigga no Diddy

Yeah

Cause bitch I'm 'bout it

Walk about it, we don't talk about it

We gon' pop out (Yeah!)

Playing the blocks so you know I'mma box out

Talking shit and you get knocked out

I call up Poet and call up Beretta

Cause niggas thinking that they're better (Oh yeah)

And bitch who wanna take my sweater?

Know we pop out, it don't matter the weather

Pop out

Yeah

Pop out

Yeah

Pop out

Yeah

Pop out (Yeah!)

To the block where you better have shots out

Bitch I lurk in the night when it's dark out

We pull up to your block and we hop out

We pull up to your block and we hop out (Oh yeah!)

Look, look

I get a text, then I'm grabbing my coat and I'm ready to go

Sorry lil baby, you know I can't wife you

I pass her to bro

I get a text then I'm grabbing my coat and I go

I make it lit everybody get on the floor

You know my shawty be sucking my soul

I tell them pop out

I call up some hittas who pull a glock out

They see that I'm drippy

The floor it be slippy

Don't say that I'm trippy

I got the mops out

And if you got problems

You know I be wildin'

You not on my timing no time to opt out (Yeah!)

673PTG never play any games you can't say that we ever cop out

You should know that I'm never gon' lose

She's gonna choose

They're coming in twos

I'm like a fuse

You look confused

I be amused

Play by the rules

I'm staying cruel

I'm staying cool

I'm staying bool

Wet like a pool

She wet like a pool

Shine like the moon

All of my diamonds they buss out the roof (Gang!)

Stormz got some hits, b-boy