POP OUT

Lyrics

[Intro: Antony Starr] I don't make mistakes I'm not just like the rest of you I'm stronger, I'm smarter I'm better, I am better AV with that drip, ho [Chorus: XANAKIN SKYWOK] Do it, do it (Bow, bow) Do it, do it (Bow, bow) Marching band this that fucking drum music Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted Mama said get the bread and fuck losing [Verse 1: XANAKIN SKYWOK] Leave that ho where the bitch at Fuck that bitch where that clip at Hoe just wanna fuck now But her man needs rounds so where's his crib at I drive up in an S.R.T. Glock gen-three Busting near the window seat Also bust in her face when she slop my jeans These V.V.S. link with the Prada tee Bitch ass fat like it really was a steak I shoot niggas in they mufuckin' face I bust the dough in his mufuckin' place Dumb nigga, come here and and get mufucking stained Four, five extended on 'em Glock out extendo on it You niggas rock with a reaper, we putting lead up on 'em I'm talking mufuckin' Caesar, I got that lettuce on 'em You talking mufuckin' cheaper, you got pleather on 'em [Chorus: XANAKIN SKYWOK] Do it, do it (Bow, bow) Do it, do it (Bow, bow) Marching band this that fucking drum music Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted Mama said get the bread and fuck losing [Verse 2: Larrrycroft] Thirty clips, I let 'em rip this Tonka Truck got dirty doors Fucking on a bitch that be sucking fucking on twenty-four Thousand island dressing and some Henny up in my Aventador Count my money, Dracula he suck the back of my sweaty pores Whip my nascar with the trunk up She watch Spongebob when we fucked up Bob on my nuts, sponge she suck up Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck [Chorus: XANAKIN SKYWOK] Do it, do it (Bow, bow) Do it, do it (Bow, bow) Marching band this that fucking drum music Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted Mama said get the bread and fuck losing [Verse 3: Yung Kage] Poppin' out the sticks I got the Bunsen burner, crack yo' face 'Bout to get the whip up on yo' bish She's eating souls today Bag a dab a pinch, cut a flip a brick Turning half a grand up into a Bezo's taste That watcha' da' clock size of Flava Flav's That Dougie dat' dimsdale dimma-dommed her face Bitch, this stick gone ride I hit the dash, big whips we slide My money dance, thick hips she wide This Tonka fast, we take yo' slips And we out this bitch [Bridge: XANAKIN SKYWOK] Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom Whole lotta, vroom, vroom, vroom Trip that, whole lotta chit-chat Front dash, fuck where yo' bitch at? Fuck that, fuck where the tip at? Drift fast, dri-dri-drift fast Okay, make that money Money, make that money Olé, olé, olé Put that bitch in her place Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom Whole lotta, whole lotta, yeah, whole lotta, ooh Whole lotta, vroom-vroom