POP OUT

[Intro: Kay Flock]
Glah Glah Boom
Glah Glah Glah
Glah Glah Glah

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
Choppa got a kick shit will make 'em lay down
Ass up in the air with her face down
If I see the opps nigga bet I won't play around
Got the nine, Poppa Loc got the trey-pound
If he try to run while we shoot he get chased down
It's to late he can't pick up his pace now
If he tried to run while we shoot he get--
If he tried to--
Like like

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Now lets talk all the facts, I clicked up on your mans
Dummy, you, you and him ran
Acting like they opps, all them niggas fans
Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands
He ain't understood, made him understand
Talking out his mouth, leave him where he laying
Bitch I'm EBK nigga fuck you saying?
Shawty know I'm a demon, telling me she be praying

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
Choppa got a kick shit will make 'em lay down
Ass up in the air with her face down
If I see the opps nigga bet I won't play around
Got the nine, Poppa Loc got the trey-pound
If he try to run while we shoot he get chased down
It's to late he can't pick up his pace now
If he tried to run while we shoot he get--
If he tried to--
Like like
(Glah Glah Boom)

[Verse 2: Wan Billz]
Look, all these opp niggas runtz
And a lil' grabba, put boy in a blunt
He think he a demon 'cuz he got a gun?
Catch that boy leaning, on bro he get punched, look
Nigga runnin' like Gump (muddy)
Brodie tried to dump
Like mentioning Kay and niggas know that it's--
Like mentioning Kay and niggas know that it's up. look
For bro we don't play
Claim that its lit, pop out to the Rey
Like catch that boy Ray now that's a good day
Like catch that boy Ray now that's a good day, gang gang
Look, like catch that boy Ray and that's a good-- , uh huh
Like hold on (we catch that boy Ray now that's a good day)
Like I fuck with some Moves a couple get straight-- look
They get straight to the cash
'Cuz brodie got thirteen and sent straight
Niggas talkin' about Nav
Bro on a highspeed from the Jakes
And I hope we don't crash
Like bro on a highspeed from the Jakes, look
And I hope we don't--
[?] on okcy eating great
Moving chop cheese to the state
Knowing niggas gonna lowkey tryna hate
But it's high-key to late
We ain't playing hockey, made 'em skate, look look
We ain't playing hockey, made 'em skate
Nigga that's word to Blay

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
Choppa got a kick shit will make 'em lay down
Ass up in the air with her face down
If I see the opps nigga bet I won't play around
Got the nine, Poppa Loc got the trey-pound
If he try to run while we shoot he get chased down
It's to late he can't pick up his pace now
If he tried to run while we shoot he get--
If he tried to--
Like like
Choppa got a kick shit will make 'em lay down
Ass up in the air with her face down
If I see the opps nigga bet I won't play around
Got the nine, Poppa Loc got the trey-pound
If he try to run while we shoot he get chased down
It's to late he can't pick up his pace now
If he tried to run while we shoot he get--
If he tried to--
Like like

[Outro]
Its LilC4, LilC4, LilC4, LilC4