Poppin Out lyrics

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out (Gang-gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out (Gang-gang)

[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
I'm in hood with gang-gang, n*gga, got my four with them (My four)
Broke the pistol down and snuck it in, yeah, we got heat with us (Yeah, we got that heat)
n*gga play with gang-gang, better let that hitta bang (Grrah, grrah)
Now everybody bunched up, runnin' like a marathon
Get his ass (Bah, bah, bah), get his ass (Bah, bah, bah), mhm
Hit that boy from six different sides like a hexagon (Yeah, yeah)
Dunk on sh*t, call me LeBron, score, we do that every time (Yeah)
Lil' D short but he gon' bang, that b*tch a shootin' leprechaun
Wicked man, b*tch, I'm a don, all my b*tches extra fine
And I seen them in the ghetto, why the f*ck did you stand out there cryin'?
Gimme kiss and shut it up, girl, you know I f*ck with you (You know I f*ck with you)
Texas go and set him up, girl, you know I f*ck with you (You know I f*ck with you)
These n*ggas be trippin', they be tweakin', (Tweakin', tweakin')
These n*ggas ain't gangsta, I be peepin' (I be peepin' b*tches)
These n*ggas is hoes, I be seein' (I be seein' that sh*t)
These n*ggas be lyin', I believe 'em, ayy
[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out

[Verse 2: BIG30]
Pop out with them killers, bet we end a n*gga's story
We take a n*gga out his glory, boy, your main hitta a shorty
Best not think this sh*t a game, like I'm Rich Homie or Vory
b*tch, I'm Thirtball, the rapper who put fifties on them forties
Then I spray all, I stand up, whack a murder when we borin'
Send a hit from the studio, get killed while I'm recordin', blrrrd, blrrrd
Free Shiesty out that cage, sh*t gettin' annoyin'
Burnt the whole head up in the Scat, she ate di*k for some joints
I'm out of town, don't ask me if I'm strapped, pus*y, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, pus*y, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force
Two switches on me now, I get him whacked [?] for it
Two switches on me now, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd
[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out