Pop Out

Lyrics for Pop Out

Yeah, pop out Yeah, pop out, pop out, pop out, and they gon' miss me Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me Need that, gimme some, your new nigga, he a bum Shawty, lemme show you some, bitch, you know you owe me some My bad bitch, her face card is lethal Bitch, I'm invincible, so don't be actin' Cecil My whip old as fuck, I pull up in that fossil She said she wanna fuck, be warned, my dick colossal Your man small as fuck, she suck, that bitch can whistle Bend her over and that shit sound like a missile Fuck her on the couch, my bad, bro, I was turnt Press me at the club, bitch, I thought you learnt 50 on the wrist and a hunnid on the dash Runnin' from the laws while I'm feelin' on her ass Bad lil' thang said she like my smile Comin' to you now, let me stay for a while Just like me and I like that shit Shippin' 'em bags, finna ice her wrist Puttin' lil' shawty on a late-night flight Million-dollar girl, she could be my wife Told me I can stay only just for the night But shawty got me thinkin' 'bout the rest of my life Say my name 'cause I love that shit You call my phone anytime you wish Hit my licks and I'm comin' back home Pressin' on the gas and I'm already gone Ridin' with my shawty, I don't ever feel alone Ridin' with my shawty, I don't ever feel alone Yeah, pop out, pop out, pop out, and they gon' miss me Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me Need that, gimme some, your new nigga, he a bum Shawty, lemme show you some, bitch, you know you owe me some Ay, yeah, I'll spend whatever she want on whatever she want Shawty bad, I might fly her to Paris We can pop out in the Rolls, hit Dior Buy a dress for my bitch, give a damn if she wear it I got a main and a side for the side If you like the bitch too, we can fuck 'round and share her Malibu beach, my bitch out in the sun She don't do spray tans, bitch bad, she serious Mm-mm Still on perfect time Still ain't seen ya Mm-mm (yeah-yeah) Run the streets all night Yeah, ten toes, Texas strong Mm, type of shit I'm on (yeah) Pull up, find out, make it known (tell 'em) Then kick her out, she gone Can't help but to pop my shit That is not my bitch (damn) But on nights like this (damn) Comin' for the nights I missed Yeah, pop out, pop out, pop out, and they gon' miss me Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me Need that, gimme some, your new nigga, he a bum Shawty, lemme show you some, bitch, you know you owe me some Mm-mm Still on perfect time (still ain't seen ya) Mm-mm (yeah) Run the streets all night (Oh) still been stuck up on the summer Vintage denim, not no undercover Do it real fast, I ripped my jeans up Like I'm Trixie, I keep that stick tucked Bitch, I keep that stick tucked Like I'm Trixie, I keep that stick tucked