Yeah, pop out
Yeah
Pop out, pop out, pop out and they gon' miss me
Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me
Need that, gimme some
Your new nigga, he a bum
Shawty let me show you some
Bitch you know you owe me some
My bad bitch, her face card is lethal
Bitch I'm invincible so don't be actin Cecil
My whip old as fuck, I pulled up in that fossil
She said she wanna fuck, bitch want my dick, colossal
Your man small as fuck, she suck that bitch, can't whistle
Bend her over and that shit sound like a missile
Fuck her on the couch, my bad bro, I was turnt
Pressed me at the club, bitch, I thought you learnt
Fifty on the wrist and a hunnid on the dash
Runnin from the laws while I'm feelin on her ass
Bad little thang, said she like my smile
Come to me now, let you stay for a while
Just like me and I like that shit
Shippin' them bags, finna ice her wrist
Put lil' shawty on a late night flight
Million dollar girl, she could be my wife
Told me I could stay, only just for tonight
But shawty got me thinkin' 'bout the rest of my life
Say my name cause I love that shit
You call my phone any time you wish
Hit my licks and I'm coming back home
Pressin' on the gas and I'm already gone
Ridin' with my shawty, I don't ever feel alone
Ridin' with my shawty, I don't ever feel alone
Pop out, pop out, pop out and they gon' miss me
Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me
Need that, gimme some
Your new nigga, he a bum
Shawty let me show you some
Bitch you know you owe me some
Ay, ay
I spend whatever she want on whatever she want
Shawty bad, I might fly her to Paris
We can pop out in the Rolls, hit Dior, buy a dress for my bitch
Give a damn if she wear it
I got a main on the south of the side
If you like the bitch too, we can fuck 'round and share her
Malibu beach, my bitch out in the Sun
She don't do spray tans, bitch bad, she serious
Oh, oh
Still on perfect time (I ain't see 'em)
Oh, oh
Roam the streets all night
Yeah, ten toes, still stand strong
Type of shit I'm on
Pull up, find out, make it known
I kick her out, she gone
Think I'm boutta pop my shit, that is not my bitch (oh)
But on nights like this (oh), comin' for the night time hits
Pop out, pop out, pop out and they gon' miss me
Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me
Need that, gimme some
Your new nigga, he a bum
Shawty let me show you some
Bitch you know you owe me some
Oh, oh
Still on perfect time (still ain't see 'em)
Oh, oh
Roam the streets all night
Suicide come in the summer
Vintage, but I'm not no undercover
Do it real fast and fuck my jeans up
Like I'm Trixie, keep that stick tucked
Bitch I keep that stick tucked
Like I'm Trixie, I keep that stick tucked
