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Pop Out Again (feat. Lil Baby & Gunna)

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Pop Out Again (feat. Lil Baby & Gunna)

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JD On Tha Track

Iceberg want a bag, bitch

[Polo G]

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged

'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane

She heard I'm a star, now she tryna take her clothes off

Faceshot with this AR, I'm bound to knock a nigga nose off

Drowsy off the Act', I'm sippin' lean until I doze off

My homie trappin' like it's laundry day, he drop a load off

Police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off

Used to hustle packs but now I'm richer than my old boss

Almost summertime, I'm finna see how much the Rolls cost

If her friend ain't fuckin', kick her out and make them hoes walk

Runnin' through them hundreds, new blue check, I guess I'm verified

Cappin' of this ecstasy, I'm rollin' like I'm paralyzed

You weren't out there thuggin' with the killers, you was terrified

All my niggas pop out in them trenches, we don't never hide

[Chorus: Polo G]

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged

'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane

[Lil Baby]

None of my hoes got a lot of mileage

Keep it G, your style is childish

Proud of myself, I finally found it

Only keep the guys around me

I go extra dressing with this drip, I call it Thousand Island

I can make my youngin snatch your necklace for a thousand dollars

Soon as we sexin', thousand problems

Hoppin' on jets, this money calling

I still be thuggin', I'm sorry, mama

Pop out, I'm on every corner

VVS on every stone

This jewelry got my head gone

These bankrolls got my head gone

These meds got my head gone

We been poppin' out since middle school

This lifestyle ain't nothing new

But we'll get rid of you, yeah

We been poppin' out since middle school

This shit here ain't nothing new

Polo, what you tell 'em, fool?

[Polo G]

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged

'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane

[Gunna]

And don't gotta explain (Nah), 'cause I got plenty stains (Stains)

I pull up in Ferraris when I hop on the plane (No cap)

Got diamonds on my Cartis (Cartis), I see you niggas lame (Lame)

I'm in Miami Garden with a Richard Mille plain (Richard Mille plain)

I'm a seed, you can't put me in a grave (No)

Somebody pray for me 'cause I couldn't have been a slave (No)

Float on the D-U-B's, we had cash back in the day (Yeah)

Now the Rollie say the date, roll around in two-door Wraith (Two Wraiths)

You gotta work hard, just can't make it off of faith

I sold me a lil' hard for a few thousands, I was straight (Straight)

I been jumped off the porch, learned to hustle for a plate

Now the shrimp come with a steak, five star condo where I lay

[Polo G]

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged

'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

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