Poppin Out Lyrics by Nardo Wick (feat. BIG30)
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, poppin’ out with gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (gang, gang, gang)
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out (gang-gang)
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out (gang-gang)
I’m in the hood with gang-gang, nigga’s better not fuck with us (better not fuck with us)
Broke the pistol down and snuck it in, yeah, we got heat with us (yeah, we got that heat)
Nigga play with gang-gang, better let that hitta bust (grrah, grrah)
Now everybody bunched up runnin’ like a marathon
Get his ass (bah, bah, bah), get his ass (bah, bah, bah), mm-hmm
Hit that boy from six different sides like a hexagon (yeah, yeah)
Dunk on shit, call me LeBron, score, we do that every time (yeah)
Lil Detroit, but he gon’ bang and that bitch a shootin’ leprechaun
Wicked man, bitch, I’m a don, all my bitches extra fine
And I seen them in the ghetto, why the fuck did you stand out there cryin’?
Gimme kiss and shut it up, girl, you know I fuck with you (you know I fuck with you)
Texas go and set him up, girl, you know I fuck with you (you know I fuck with you)
These niggas be trippin’, they be tweakin’ (tweakin’, tweakin’)
These niggas ain’t gangsta, I be peepin’ (I be peepin’ bitches)
These niggas is hoes, I be seein’ (I be seein’ that shit)
These niggas be lyin’, I believe ’em, ayy
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, poppin’ out with gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (gang, gang, gang)
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Pop out with them killlers, bet we end a nigga’s story
Take a nigga out his glory, boy, yeah, my hitter a shorty
Better not think this shit a game, like I’m rich how I’ma afford
Bitch, I’m Thirtball, the rapper who put fifties on them forties
Better not spare y’all, I stand up, whack a murder when we borin’
Send a hit from the studio, get killed while I’m recordin’ (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Free Shiesty out that cage, shit gettin’ annoyin’
Burnt her whole head up in the sky, she ate dick for some Jordans
I’m out of town don’t ask me am I strapped, pussy, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Ayy, pussy, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force
Two switches on me now, I get him whacked just with my voice
Two switches on me now blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, poppin’ out with gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (gang, gang, gang)
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out
Poppin’ out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin’ out