Songtexte POP OUT. - qnt

Yeah, I send them to heaven
Might've become a felon
I prepare to move to a corner
I'ma send you to the coroner
Gonna burn through these racks for you
People just pretend they know you
You didn't figure that out, cause no one told you
I prepare the loader
Might just crash the motor
She be talkin' shit, but I ain't even showed her
There's no message here, no need for a decoder
Y'all be talking a lot of shit
But you can't even show for it
I be talking a lot of shit
But I can show for it
Your bitch's in the corner

Bitch, I might swerve again
In the corner ways
I'm sipping ice
My mind go sideways
That bih' look like Pennywise
And I might just bite
I might swerve again
I might just try
Am I right?
That bitch gon' bite
No way she ain't gon' slide
I might just try
Gonna give her her new best life
But please don't try
Check the news, fuck no, I ain't gon' die
That gon' be you

Yeah, I send them to heaven
Might've become a felon
I prepare to move to a corner
I'ma send you to the coroner
Gonna burn through these racks for you
People just pretend they know you
You didn't figure that out, cause no one told you
I prepare the loader
Might just crash the motor
She be talkin' shit, but I ain't even showed her
There's no message here, no need for a decoder
Y'all be talking a lot of shit
But you can't even show for it
I be talking a lot of shit
But I can show for it
Your bitch's in the corner

Bitch, I got a lot on my wrist
Don't got a lot on my six
Just a couple of blicks
They all going shitz
Don't even got to ice out my wrist
I just ice out my stick
It got so muhfuckin' big
It gotta be held in a bag
I've got to get me a check
So that I can connect
And get the next hoe wet
I'on want no clean hoes
I want the skanks
The baguetted buffets
I take the 'mol with 'fen
I'm gonna pop out again
Boutta swerve, that's the plan

Yeah, I send them to heaven
Might've become a felon
I prepare to move to a corner
I'ma send you to the coroner
Gonna burn through these racks for you
People just pretend they know you
You didn't figure that out, cause no one told you
I prepare the loader
Might just crash the motor
She be talkin' shit, but I ain't even showed her
There's no message here, no need for a decoder
Y'all be talking a lot of shit
But you can't even show for it
I be talking a lot of shit
But I can show for it
Your bitch's in the corner