Lil Yachty, Jban$2Turnt — POP OUT

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Uh, yeah bitch
DigitalNas
Yeah, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m in the hood, like Mrs. Winners, uh
Basketball seats in a Beamer, uh
Pull up with sticks, pull up with clips, all on the hip, yeah, yeah
I turn a two to a six, yeah (Uh)
Servin’ these stripper hoes dick, yeah
You sick of me, yeah, and I know it, huh (Yeah)
All of this money I blow it, huh (Skrr)
All of these hoes, yeah they goin’, huh (Uh)
All of my shooters they blowin’

Anyway, why you come over?
You ain’t goin’, huh
You a whole thot and I know this, huh (Yeah)
Beat him in the pot with the elbow, huh
Skrt out the lane with the new whip (Skrt)
Diamonds in the ear like a Q-tip, huh
Bitch give me top with them duck lips, uh (Yeah)
Your boyfriend, he scared of me (Yeah)
I’m geeked up on amphetamine (Yeah)

Hairy pussy give me allergies (Yeah)
Bitch I don’t shop at no Malleries (No)
I get my diamonds from Icebox, huh (Yeah)
Big Gucci link with the white rocks (Woo)
Just left Chicago like White Sox
Tryna get a bitch with some dreadlocks
I got a bitch sippin’ Redrum
I don’t even know where she came from (Nah)
I walk around with an AK
Damn, that lil’ shit sound like a snare drum, yeah
DN, DN, DN, DN, DN

Yeah, yeah, yeah pop out
Yeah, yeah pop out, yeah, yeah pop out
Yeah, uh, pop out, yeah, yeah pop out
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, yeah, pop out
Yeah, yeah what’s up?

What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah pop out
Pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out

Rock out (Woo, woo)
I bring the guap out (I bring the what?)
I bring the work on the block with the Glock out
I pop a perc’ make it tap out (Yeah, yeah)
This is the modern day pop sound, ayy (Yeah)
Diamonds on lighthouse (Diamonds on lighthouse)

Glacier Boy still fuck with the White Owl
Double my cup ’til I pass out
Sippin’ Act’ now, uh
Treat the Maybach like a Honda
Speedin’, swervin’, might fall out
Lil’ baby know I’m not average
I get the top, and I kick her out

My diamonds on igloo
I need that junk for my mental (Yeah, yeah)
She pop that pussy, no pimple (Yeah, yeah)
Gucci my runners, I get loose
JBan$, JBan$, JBan$, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah pop out, yeah, yeah pop out
Yeah, uh, pop out, yeah, yeah pop out
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, yeah pop out
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?

Yeah, huh, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah pop out
Pop out, pop out, pop out, yeah