Pop Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Kay Flock & G Fredo] Grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow (Like) (Run that up, Rico) Every opp shot nigga, everything dead Grrt, baow (Smoking all deads, nigga) Niggas tweakin', niggas is crazy Fuck outta here, haha haha Simon says, do what I say or you dead Aha, aha, aha, bye-bye, hahaha I don't give a shit Look [Chorus: G Fredo] Say tell all them fuck niggas, "Pop out" We get the drop and we bendin' again Ride with a switch, you wanna see how it slams? Simon says, do what I say or you dead Better tell all them fuck niggas, "Watch out" Don't be out on that block or it's litty again I done lost time, money, plenty of friends Go live if you want, pull up hitting again (Run that up, Rico) [Verse 1: G Fredo] He 34K? Throw 34 hollows at him Leave him dead as shit right on the H Lil' bitch, is you crazy? I done popped out on they block with that bitch in my hand everyday shit Check my location I used to live in they hood, had to slam it out plenty occasions We was still a baby, tryna smoke me a grown man, you ain't heard about them 34 babies? [Verse 2: Kay Flock & Dougie B] Baow, if I up the .30, they better move Choppa go "grrah-grrah," bitch goes zoom, like 700, DOA be the move Talking on bro, I'ma shoot at your crew, like Give a fuck if that shit make the news She a baba, that lil' bitch a smooch, like Off a patty or .42, she might get loose, like Off the duece, what I say she gon' do like (Run that up, Rico) Thunder be buggin', told lil' brodie click 'em If the gun jam up, we gon' strip em' Red beam on the gun, how the fuck you miss 'em? If you on talking on bro, your man's grave is where I'm pissin' Like, bro go shot, niggas started snitchin' And lil' Paco got shot, niggas started bitchin' Free Leeky, free Fetty, be drillin' like a demon [Interlude: Kay Flock & G Fredo] Grrt, baow Every opp shot nigga, everything dead Fuck these niggas talkin' about? Nigga, pick that nigga the fuck up He said, "Bye-bye", outta here (Dubski) Bye-bye, hahahaha (Run that up, Rico) [Verse 3: G Fredo & Kay Flock] Ayo Glizzy, them niggas know they ain't on shit with these shottas They tweakin', we leavin' 'em dead Brodie dropped two, he's the real 2x, but that shit right there just gonna over their heads We ran up a few, they was talkin' that shit like they litty, now bet they regret that shit that they said What you gonna do? Yeah, we smoked your hitter, now lil' bitch, come do all that shit that you said If I don't got my gun, knuckle up Most of the time I got pole 'cause it's up And the way that I tote, don't get touched Boomin' for Blay and JB, bitch, I'm clutch, like When you catch Kay Flock, he gon' boom Dougz is goin' with who? Doug throw five, I throw ten back at you, like I'm Mr. Go-Cool-With-The-Deuce (Run that up, Rico) Ayy, we don't do drive-bys We walkin' up, send him sky high Brodie done gave him a high-five P-P-Pussy got flocked in his hat actin' loose Ayy, my glizzy pack a punch like it's from Black Ops I really wack 'em and make a new dead opps When I—When I see him, I'm tightenin' 'em screws And whoever you with, you get shot with your boo Try to run, .30 knockin' his head off We be scorin' like this shits the playoffs Twenty-six in this fever, pop out do him greasy But I'll get him gone with a ten-shot I said I'll get him gone with a rocket Walk down, pull that bitch out my pocket Niggas know that it's not your best option is runnin' away, they know I'm still gon' pop it (Run that up, Rico) Yeah big brodie got touched, but he's Gucci Don't want smoke with these shottas, you stupid We gon' turn up the score Hit him dead, hit him more My name Fredo, but 2x like Toosii [Chorus: G Fredo] Say tell all them fuck niggas, "Pop out" We get the drop and we bendin' again Ride with a switch, you wanna see how it slams? Simon says, do what I say or you dead Better tell all them fuck niggas, "Watch out" Don't be out on that block or it's litty again I done lost time, money, plenty of friends Go live if you want, pull up hitting again (Run that up, Rico)