Pop Out

[Chorus: Roxas]
Go hard yea
I pop out in all that drip
They love how i start this shit
Im in that benz coupe yea
All black windows tinted yea
You better start
You gotta finish
Pop out wit fy
Pop out wit sticks
G19 its a hunnid round mag
I got this fy wit a sight and a grip
Yea fuck wit the gang we put him on the news
Lil shawty ran you know she gonna choose
I just spent ten on the tee and some shoes
I got designer with me and my dudes yea

[Verse 2: scott alyx]
Yeah
I be ballin with no choice yeah what
I be ballin with no choice yeah what
Yeah getting real fly ain't no choice
Just look around yeah we nothing like them
It's on my chest yeah
Can't feel my chest
I'm feeling my best yeah
Can't feel my past
Got a whole lotta quap yeah
I'm counting that quap
Gotta watch out what we say
Got a whole lotta opps yeah

[Verse 3: faller]
Nigga get cold like ice yea
Too much on me won't fight yea
Push up on me see the light yea
Put the desinger on nigga
Its all on my skin
Talkin bout gang
You ain't talm bout shit
Hop in the black truck
Nigga we goin so fuckin quick
Can't go in there wit you
Know i keep my stick
Step in room with a fit
I ain't tryna impress no nigga
She ask me for the bag
I ain't tryna do shit lil bitch
Like blah blah
Going too fast lil bitch
I alr told you dont try n keep up
Me n niggas yk we kick shit
Nigga like we playin fifa
Smokin on za lil bitch
I ain't smokin on no fuckin weak ass reefer
Stay wit my days ones nigga
N i can't wait till we gon sell out arenas
Sell em out
Know we gon sell out arenas
Smokin on za ain't no reefer