Popped Out lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, mino, is this catchy?
That boy Jdolla go crazy

[Chorus]
Popped out with my twizzy (My twin), that's my twin, yeah
Million on my wrist, yeah, they drank my fish up
Yeah, walked in with that b*tch (Bizzy), with that b*tch, yeah
b*tch, she drank my kids (Kids), they tell me, "No, not like this," huh
f*ck that broke b*tch, I don't want none, I want a rich ho (Rich)
You said you flexed that sh*t, but that sh*t was just a rental (Swerve)
And I still be high as f*ck, I can't get out of this mental (Too high)
Twizzy done pulled up and shh-shh-shh-shh, now we killin' a vegetable (A lentil)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, all my racks so stable
I— I count ten, twenty, fifties on the b*tch, throw 'em out on the table (Table)
Yeah, y'all got them fake ass diamonds, thеm funk ass teeth, boy, you came from stable (Yeah)
Why thе f*ck are these broke ass kids outside buying fake lean? Can't buy a cable, yeah (What? Wait, wait)
Margiela my shoes, Margiela my feet, Margiela my b*tch, Margiela my wrist
Yeah, whole lot of racks on me, whole lot of bags on me, a lot of racks on me, I cannot split
And just in one morning I made more than your mami, your mommy, your daddy and more than your b*tch
I cannot trust all that sh*t that they saying to me 'cause they know they gon' learn to snitch

[Chorus]
Popped out with my twizzy (My twin), that's my twin, yeah
Million on my wrist, yeah, they drank my fish up
Yeah, walked in with that b*tch (Bizzy), with that b*tch, yeah
b*tch, she drank my kids (Kids), they tell me, "No, not like this," huh
f*ck that broke b*tch, I don't want none, I want a rich ho (Rich)
You said you flexed that sh*t, but that sh*t was just a rental (Swerve)
And I still be high as f*ck, I can't get out of this mental (Too high)
Twizzy done pulled up and shh-shh-shh-shh, now we killin' a vegetable (A lentil)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, all my racks so stable
I— I count ten, twenty, fifties on the b*tch, throw 'em out on the table (Table)
Yeah, y'all got them fake ass diamonds, them funk ass teeth, boy, you came from stable (Yeah)
Why the f*ck are these broke ass kids outside buying fake lean? Can't buy a cable, yeah (What? Wait, wait)
Margiela my shoes, Margiela my feet, Margiela my b*tch, Margiela my wrist
Yeah, whole lot of racks on me, whole lot of bags on me, a lot of racks on me, I cannot split
And just in one morning I made more than your mami, your mommy, your daddy and more than your b*tch
I cannot trust all that sh*t that they saying to me 'cause they know they gon' learn to snitch