Pop Out

[Chorus: Yeat]
All kinds of things talk
Yeah, bean talk, yeah, yeah
Yeah, lean talk (Juju killed this beat)
Yeah, I caused the thing to talk
Yeah, pop out, you a bih, yeah, pop out (Pop out)
Yeah, I make bread, give a fuck 'bout what you talk 'bout
Yeah, 'lil shawty 'bout to pop out with a mop out, she gon' top out
Just like wifi, we connected like a hotspot, shipping rockstar

[Verse 1: Yeat]
I be sendin' the packs out, I don't even open the wock (Wock)
Y'all be smokin' the crack, y'all be smokin' the rock
Everyday I, no, my money can't stop what I'm doin'
Yeah, I buy the new coupe, I buy the GLE, ain’t what I’m usеd to
I got a whole lotta diamonds, whole lotta chains, keep 'em all in an igloo (Igloo)
Yеah, 'lil thotty wifey, pull up eat my pickle (Woo)
They say "why the hell you live so pricey” 'cause I’m on my evil (Huh)
They said, "what you do it for?" (What?), my people
They said, what you been involved with?" (What the hell, bih), shh-shh
Eliantte chain (Yeah), out the brain (Woo)
Goin' shoppin' with that bitch, yeah, find out she a lame
Yeah, you ain't with the mob (No-no), you ain't with the gang (No-no)
Supercharged V8 engine, AMG CLA
Red seats, yeah, purple outside on the paint
Whip that GLE 53, built just like a tank
You can't show me what you say, bitch, show me what you made (Mmm-hmm)
I woke up everyday of the month just to make me fifty K (Yeah, pop out)

[Chorus: Yeat]
All kinds of things talk
Yeah, bean talk, yeah, yeah
Yeah, lean talk
Yeah, I caused the thing to talk
Yeah, pop out, you a bih, yeah, pop out (Pop out)
Yeah, I make bread, give a fuck 'bout what you talk 'bout
Yeah, 'lil shawty 'bout to pop out with a mop out, she gon' top out
Just like wifi, we connected like a hotspot, shipping rockstar

[Verse 2: KillBunk]
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, my dreads swingin' like a rasta
That bitch call me papi but bitch, I'm not your father
In the gang, I feel like Papi 'cause I hang around them shottas
Pussy nigga talkin' all that shit 'til he get knocked out
Yeah, yeah, broke up with that bitch, [?] (Yeah)
I don't walk in that hoe, bitch, I knock the walls off
Nigga talkin' like he gon' do shit 'til he get dropped though
Yeah, uh, gas up in that bitch, I hit it raw though
Aye, I just hit yo' bitch, I hit it raw dog
I'ma pop out with a Glock out and your bitch, she wanna call now
Yeah, I don't want your ratchet bitch, that bitch stay on the corner
Yeah, I'm not too flashy, bitch, 'cause I already grown up
Yeah, only seventeen but I could still go fuck yo' momma
Yeah, nigga, you a bitch and you be hangin' 'round fake gunners
Yeah, choppa gon' leave that boy runnin'
Pussy ass nigga, know he up to something
You ain't my twin, no, you ain't my friend, no, you ain't my buddy
Knock off his head, woah, now that nigga dead, gone
He dead with his buddy

[Chorus: Yeat]
All kinds of things talk
Yeah, bean talk, yeah, yeah
Yeah, lean talk
Yeah, I caused the thing to talk
Yeah, pop out, you a bih, yeah, pop out (pop out)
Yeah, I make bread, give a fuck 'bout what you talk 'bout
Yeah, 'lil shawty 'bout to pop out with a mop out, she gon' top out
Just like wifi, we connected like a hotspot, shipping rockstar