Pop Out

Ayy, I gotta pop out wit' a Glock
I gotta pop out wit' a gun
I got them niggas, they ready to run
Lil' girl in the back and she pullin' them stunts
We ready to slay, that gun in the trunk
When I'm in the function, they ready to come
No I'm not Kriss Kross but I got it jumpin'
I tell 'em, "What's up", and you know that they comin'
That nigga suspicious, yeah he up to somethin'
Ooh yeah, she like, "Okay, that's cool", yeah
You better make a move, yeah
Me and yo' girl make a movie
I do what I want and she choosin' me
She fuckin' wit' me and my jewelry
Ain't worried 'bout shit, that tool on me
And if it's a problem, lil' bitch, we shakin' the spot
Uh, I'm tryna run up yo' pockets, I'm tryna see what you got
Uh, uh, they know that I'm ready to roll, they know that I'm ready to rock
Uh, just know that I'm clutchin' my pole, I pull out that bitch and I pop
She give me her number and I had to tell her that she is the baddest
But I gotta give her to the team, like John Stockton I'm passin'
Damn, they must've thought I was trippin', but I'm finna pull up wit' that ratchet
If I see yo' chain then I'm snatchin'
Pop out wit' the gang, what's boolin'? What's crackin'?
Uh, yeah, fuck it, I'm ballin' like 2K
Uh, fuck is a duffel bag? I got them racks in a suitcase
He 'bout to get put on DVD, put his ass right up in Blu-ray
Gotta get to the pesos, I'm tryna get to the blue cheese, uh-uh