POP OUT

[Intro]
I get that, that shit sound logical, don't it?
That shit sound like a mathematical equation
Two plus two equals four
And then when I present the shit, she got a problem
It's my birthday, bitch
All these niggas be, ayy, yeah
All these niggas be jockin', no cap
All these niggas be jockin' me (Skrrt)
We might, we might, we might

[Verse 1]
We might spend all day (All day)
Yeah, I mean that both ways (Both ways)
We don't care what people say (No)
Miss me like I'm old Kanye (Yeah)
We show up tipped on ten (Ten)
Look at us, crèmе de la crème (Mm)
Ooh, they had crossеd me before (Ooh)
No, we cannot make amends (Ooh)
Shinin' my only revenge (Ding)
Pussy, it fell in my lap (My lap)
I got the world in my hand (Ooh)
We got the hits and the slaps
We gon' be late, bring a jacket (Jacket)
We just finna kick it like Jackie (Chan)
Get busy, rush hour traffic (Skrrt)
You the one, you the one, I imagine (Ooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Pop out (Pop out), too T'd (Ooh, ooh, ooh, too T'd)
On God (On God), who's she? (Who? Who are you? Who?)
Too fly (Too fly) so flee' (Yeah, so flee')
Come ride (Come ride), you know me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I pull up to the cookout, all these niggas be jockin' me
I pull up with a lookout, all these niggas be clockin' me
I pull up to the cookout, all these bitches be flockin' me
Jockin' me, all these niggas be jockin' me
I pull up to the cookout (Oh), all these niggas be jockin' me (Ha)
I pull up with a lookout (Oh), all these niggas be clockin' me
I pull up to the cookout (Ooh, oh), all these bitches be flockin' me (I pull up)
Jockin' me, (Oh, oh, oh), all these niggas be jockin' me

[Verse 2]
Gettin' love in everybody' barrio and you know that I'm loco with the audio (Bah-bah)
I run the city, I ain't talkin' cardio
I'm everywhere, call me Lil Cameo (Hey)
Call me on the telephone, talkin' 'bout, "Wherefore art thou, Romeo?" (Romeo, Romeo)
Baby girl, I been in the studio, all this shit we makin' go pistachio (All that)
When we get together, yeah, it's magical (Yeah)
Yeah, I know you told 'bout the horoscopes
Stars talkin' 'bout we so compatible (Uh)
You and me ain't nothin' but some animals (Yeah)
Baby, pick a spot that you wanna go
We'll get it jumpin' like an antelope (Jump)
Wear what's gon' hug on the cantaloupe
Now we makin' love on the camera phone

[Pre-Chorus]
Pop out (Pop out), too T'd (Too T'd)
On God (On God), who's she? (Who are you?)
Too fly (Too fly) so flee' (Yeah, so flee')
Come ride (Come ride), you know me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I pull up to the cookout, all these niggas be jockin' me
I pull up with a lookout, all these niggas be clockin' me
I pull up to the cookout, all these bitches be flockin' me
Jockin' me, all these niggas be jockin' me
I pull up to the cookout, all these niggas be jockin' me
I pull up with a lookout, all these niggas be clockin' me
I pull up to the cookout, all these bitches be flockin' me
Jockin' me, all these niggas be jockin' me

[Outro]
All these niggas be flockin' me