pop out - shoreline mafia lyrics
[hook: lil yachty]
pop out get some money
ar*15 in the trunk i paid on the dummy
nah i ain’t hood, wish you would, on my mommy, uhh
talking to these hoes like i’m gandhi
yeah i’m nice but i still tote a tommy
big ice try to catch up, self homi*
n*gga dissing me, better look out for his aunty
chopper get to singing like ashanti
[verse 1: ohgeesy]
rocking fronts on front, got a chopper in the trunk
and the trunk in the front, i could teach you how to stunt
just like 50, all these n*ggas silly
i’m at neiman while your n*gga shop at tilly’s
he at pac sun, i’m where you get the packs from
where we take your pack and you won’t get it back from
where we f*ck your b*tch but only from the back, son
she f*cking me and yachty, said that we both handsome
i get a lot of boats, i serve a lot of yachty
f*cking on the hoes, i ain’t cuffin’ on no thotties
perkies in my body, stunting is a hobby
peewee longway how i’m running ’round the lobby
[hook: lil yachty]
pop out get some money
ar*15 in the trunk i paid on the dummy
nah i ain’t hood, wish you would, on my mommy, uhh
talking to these hoes like i’m gandhi
yeah i’m nice but i still tote a tommy
big ice try to catch up, self homi*
n*gga dissing me, better look out for his aunty
chopper get to singing like ashanti
[verse 2: rob vicious]
i get money, f*ck beef
i got way too many shooters for a n*gga touch me
still sh*t on the block, that’s why the junkies love me
whip up cookie just so i can serve my aunty
we still in the streets like we don’t know where we should go
still with the n*ggas that was with me, i was broke
i ain’t have no money for the store, i stick it up
now i’m up, ayy, tell ron ron load it up
why you n*ggas keep tryna test me
n*gga prolly mad ’cause his b*tch wanna s*x me
hop out with the chopper sprinting like a track meet
balling nba i’m shooting like a athlete
[hook: lil yachty]
pop out get some money
ar*15 in the trunk i paid on the dummy
nah i ain’t hood, wish you would, on my mommy, uhh
talking to these hoes like i’m gandhi
yeah i’m nice but i still tote a tommy
big ice try to catch up, self homi*
n*gga dissing me, better look out for his aunty
chopper get to singing like ashanti
[verse 3: lil yachty]
b*tch it’s big ass boat, walked in wearing loafs
50 meters from here, i got gang with the scope
10 thousand dollars, spent that on a louis coat
30 thousand dollars on my momma’s mink coat
i’ma talk my sh*t, i was broke
n*ggas laughing but i’m rich, what’s the joke?
now i’m with shoreline, pouring four lines
talking down on gang, gang gon’ kick your door down
think this sh*t sweet, on god, go and try
f*ck wrong with that n*gga, leave his ass on the side
think this sh*t sweet, on god, go and try
f*ck wrong with that n*gga, leave his ass on the side
[hook: lil yachty]
pop out get some money
ar*15 in the trunk i paid on the dummy
nah i ain’t hood, wish you would, on my mommy, uhh
talking to these hoes like i’m gandhi
yeah i’m nice but i still tote a tommy
big ice try to catch up, self homi*
n*gga dissing me, better look out for his aunty
chopper get to singing like ashanti
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