LETRA
Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraPop Out (feat. Nardo Wick)
[Part I]Under 30, made the Forbes listI'm a walking script, record meThis a. 30 and a. 40, switch make it hit fast as hellBitch told me she pray for metold her pray for brodienem in the cellI don't got no stylist, Marni shoes and pantsI'm fresh as hellYes I know what happenedI ain't no rat, so I ain't gon' never tellYou can follow Babywon't lead you wrong, bro, I ain't gon' never fail youBig was tryna show me the right way to goI was so rebelliousWhatever they doin' don't bother me, bro I'm oh so carelessYou the type of guy that want the "I" for rеalyou all so selfishI'm the type of guy rеady to diefor this shit if it gon' prevail usI can't slip, look at this shit I've builtI know they tryna nail usGive her two or three thousand off the ripshe said she want her nails doneCuban links on just because, this shit really from the mudWe handled the business like gentlemenI can't rock with thugsJeff can get ten M's if he needed ityou know I rock with ThugAll my niggas jack in the boxes, playin', we poppin' up[Part II]Pop up with them switches onPop up with that shit onPop up like my granny, call my granny, lot of chains onI might pop up with your bitch, later on I'll send her homeI heard he heard I hit his bitchso he don't like to hear my songsShe said "Wick you made me sick", how when I'm your medicineAin't gay, don't go that way at allbut I love that nigga BenjaminChop stick, grrt-bah-bah-bah-bahkeep that for the robber menForeign fabric, cars, and hoes, I'm the only thing AmericanI done stuffed a million in the dufflesmurf dollars blue colorPull up big body Barbus trucks the new HummersTold me I lay the pipe right, I'm her new plumberIt's hard to interact with people, I come from the jungleWe some animals in designer clothes and jewelryHow 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' burrSuper fast, I hit the gas, you hear her skrr-rrTwenty-two, five, lil' rico got him pureI was standin' on the block tryna get a rack to buy a BuickNow I'm trim, Lamborghini Boy, I know you seen that UrusIf I ever run into your bitch, your love life gon' be ruinedTake a break, but ain't gon' never gonna stopthis shit to be continuedFrom a traphouse, beatin' down the doorsto packin' out the venueWhen they catch him, they gon' eat him upI put him on the menuPut piranhas on yo ass, three, four hundred on your assGet the switch, she actin' bad, like your mama on your assMy first deal was worth a couple mil'I still was sellin' bagsMaggot bitches trying to tackle meI'm stiff armin' they assGoogle said my net worth five mil', I got that shit in cashEveryday my life go up and up, it's hard for me to get madI'm established, I might pop outCactus Jack on like I'm TravisThey act happy, but as soon as you turn your backthey try to stab youI done manifested this shitas soon as I see it I'm gonna grab itI act humble, but you can goand check my numbers, I ain't averageI be hearin' shit, but you old washed up niggasI be laughin'You don't hear nothing 'bout my young niggascause they know to put on a maskYeah, pop out with a baddie with mePop up with Lil' Danem with mePop up with that cannon on meHe can't come, we banned lil' homie
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