Pop Out 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 sex 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