Pop Out lyrics

[Intro: DC The Don]
808iden on the beat
Talk to me, talk, talk to me, talk to me

[Chorus: DC The Don]
Yeah I got baguettes on my neck b*tch (What)
[?] (What)
Hit your b*tch like 20 times, then cross her off my check list
Haha, next b*tch (Yeah)
You gone get left b*tch (Yeah)
Get back on your ps and qs, this sh*t is not a test b*tch
Yeah I got baguettes on my neck b*tch
[?]
Hit your b*tch like 20 times, then cross her off my check list (What)
Haha, next b*tch
You gone get left b*tch (Haha)
Get back on your ps and qs, this sh*t is not a test b*tch

[Verse: DC The Don]
Going hard from from 6 to 6, I swear I get no rest b*tch
It's hella hard impressin' me, you better give yo' best b*tch
Pull up in a Lexus, drippin' hard come catch this (Skr Skr)
Careful, this interior all white, don't make a mess b*tch
We gone pop out
Pull up with them Glocks out
Keep that f*ckin Jimi Hendrix, show me, we gone rock out
Who the f*ck let this fox out?
Like f*ck it, we gone box out
This big retarded chopper on me, knock his dreadlocks out
See I know that you n*ggas thought that [?] was gone get through to me
Talking all that sh*t on Instagram, what you gone do to me?
I found out that's foolery
We play with them tooleries
Swimming with the sharks, this sh*t get colder than like 2 degrees
I swear this sh*t ain't new to me (On God)
No layin' up, I'm only shootin' threes
Practice like I'm overseas, I pray to God they notice me
([?] notice me)
I'm finna show they ass, they [?]
[Chorus: DC The Don]
Yeah I got baguettes on my neck b*tch
[?] (What)
Hit your b*tch like 20 times, then cross her off my check list
Haha, next b*tch (What)
You gone get left b*tch (What)
Get back on your ps and qs, this sh*t is not a test b*tch
Yeah I got baguettes on my neck b*tch (What)
[?] (Let's go)
Hit your b*tch like 20 times, then cross her off my check list
Haha, next b*tch
You gone get left b*tch
Get back on your ps and qs, this sh*t is not a test b*tch (Test)

[Outro]
808iden [?]