Lyrics POP OUT - Slowed - XANAKIN SKYWOK , 916Koneko

I don't make mistakes
I'm not just like the rest of you
I'm stronger, I'm smarter
I'm better, I am better (AV with that drip hoe)
Do it, do it (Bow bow)
Do it, do it (Bow bow)
Marching band this that fucking drum music
Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted
Mama said get the bread and fuck losing
Leave that hoe where the bitch at
Fuck that bitch where that clip at
Hoe just wanna fuck now
But her man needs rounds so where's his crib at
I drive up in an S.R.T. Glock gen-three
Busting near the window seat
Also bust in her face when she slop my jeans
These V.V.S. link with the Prada tee
Bitch ass fat like it really was a steak
I shoot niggas in they mufuckin' face
I bust the dough in his mufuckin' place
Dumb nigga, come here and and get mufucking stained
Four, five extended on 'em
Glock out extendo on it
You niggas rock with a reaper, we putting lead up on 'em
I'm talking mufuckin' Caesar, I got that lettuce on 'em
You talking mufuckin' cheaper, you got pleather on 'em
Do it, do it (Bow bow)
Do it, do it (Bow bow)
Marching band this that fucking drum music
Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted
Mama said get the bread and fuck losing
Thirty clips, I let 'em rip this Tonka Truck got dirty doors
Fucking on a bitch that be sucking fucking on twenty-four
Thousand island dressing and some Henny up in my Aventador
Count my money, Dracula he suck the back of my sweaty pores
Whip my nascar with the trunk up
She watch Spongebob when we fucked up
Bob on my nuts, sponge she suck up
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Do it, do it (Bow bow)
Do it, do it (Bow bow)
Marching band this that fucking drum music
Leave 'em with no head, like the slut booted
Mama said get the bread and fuck losing
Poppin' out the sticks
I got the Bunsen burner, crack yo' face
'Bout to get the whip up on yo' bish
She's eating souls today
Bag a dab a pinch, cut a flip a brick
Turning half a grand up into a Bezo's taste
That watcha' da' clock size of Flava Flav's
That Dougie dat' dimsdale dimma-dommed her face
Bitch, this stick gone ride
I hit the dash, big whips we slide
My money dance, thick hips she wide
This Tonka fast, we take yo' slips
And we out this bitch
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom
Whole lotta, vroom, vroom, vroom
Trip that, whole lotta chit-chat
Front dash, fuck where yo' bitch at?
Fuck that, fuck where the [?] at?
Drift fast, dri-dri-drift fast
Okay, make that money
Money, make that money
Olé, olé, olé
Put that bitch in her place
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, vroom-vroom
Whole lotta, whole lotta, yeah, whole lotta, ooh
Whole lotta, vroom-vroom