Pop Out Again (feat. Lil Baby & Gunna)

Lyrics

JD On Tha Track
 Iceberg want a bag, bitch
 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 aiming 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 sipping lean until I doze off
 My homie trapping 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
 Running 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 thugging with them killers
 You was terrified
 All my niggas pop out in them trenches
 We don't never hide
 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 aiming 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
 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 sexing, thousand problems
 Hopping on jets, this money calling
 I still be thugging, 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 popping out since middle school
 This lifestyle ain't nothing new
 But we'll get rid of you, yeah
 We been popping out since middle school
 This shit here ain't nothing new
 Polo, what you tell 'em, fool?
 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 aiming 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
 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)
 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
 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 aiming 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
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:43
Key
1
Tempo
84 BPM

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