Poppin Out Song Lyrics
Poppin Out by Nardo Wick Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scr*p back, everybody scr*p back (Everybody scr*p back)
Everybody scr*p back, scr*p 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 hood with gang-gang, nigga, got my four with them (My four)
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 bang (Grrah, grrah)
Now everybody bust, start runnin' like a marathon
Get his ass (Bah, bah, bah), get his ass (Bah, bah, bah), mhm
Hit that boy from six different sides like a hexagon (Yeah, yeah)
Got my sh*t, call me LeBron, scorin' through that every time (Yeah)
Love Detroit, but he gon' bang and that b**ch is shootin' leprechaun
Wicked man, b**ch, I'm a don, all my b**ches extra fine
And I seen them in the ghetto, why the f**k did you stand out there cryin'?
Gimme kiss and shut it up, girl, you know I f**k with you (You know I f**k with you)
Texas go and set him up, girl, you know I f**k with you (You know I f**k with you)
These niggas be trippin', they be tweakin', (Tweakin', tweakin')
These niggas ain't gangsta, I be peepin' (I be peepin' b**ches)
These niggas is hoes, I be seein' (I be seein' that sh*t)
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 scr*p back, everybody scr*p back (Everybody scr*p back)
Everybody scr*p back, scr*p 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, bit', we end a nigga's story
We take a nigga out his glory, boy, you're my hitter or shorty's
Best not think this sh*t a game, like, I reach, I'ma [?]
b**ch, I'm Thirtball, the rapper who put fifties all on forties
Then I spray all, I stand up, whack a murder when we borin'
Sinner, he from the studio, get killed all while recordin', blrrrd, blrrrd
Free Shiesty out that cage, sh*t gettin' annoyin'
Burnt the whole head up the [?] for some Jordans
A matter of time, don't ask me for my strap, pussy, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than a [?], blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, pussy, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than a [?]
Two switches on me now, I get him whacked [?] for it
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 scr*p back, everybody scr*p back (Everybody scr*p back)
Everybody scr*p back, scr*p 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