Текст песни Pop Out Again - HitEmUpTy feat. JuglifeC & MurderMeezy

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

JuglifeC in dis bitch wait hold on
After i nut i tell a bitch aye go home
When im wit the bros yeah you know I get my smoke on
Ice so cold had to put a fuccin coat on
You nigga fresh yeah uk i put that shit on
You don't belong tell a nigga aye get homes
Glock in da pocket nigga yeah i got two em
Ian takin shit dont play get stomp on
Drifting in dat scat hadda get away frm 12
Yung nigga shit gettin money in mail
You a real nigga but cant make bail
I be in the trap but ion use a fuccin scale
Smokin up a pound its just me and 3 rell
Im too smart aint neva been to jail
Drip head to toe yea you see da details
Yung fineser yeah i was born to make a sell
Yeah im frm Atlanta might as well call it hell
Yeah im frm Atlanta might as well call it hell
Back on my shit pussy boy yeah fuck you
You small time lil boy ill dust you
You soft like a fish lil boy I'll gut you
Seen ya run ya mouth yeen family ion trust you
Ridin down 20 wit dis shit on my wrist
Diamond be dancin like the way that it gliss
I stand alone ion get in da mix
Few years ago runnin round in the bricks
I don got older now im makin hits
Lil bro frm da hood he hittin dem licks
Juglife we ready whole clan slangin sticks
Whole clan slangin sticks (Mmmhmm)
Whole clan slangin sticks
Whole clan slangin sticks
Juglife we ready whole clan slangin sticks

Jug life we ready
I hop on these beats and I kill it
These young niggas think I'm a villain
really man I just be chilling
I'm minding my business
Yeah tryna stack to the celling
I'm tryna make some millions
Stack up that bread and I'll move my pops out the city
These young niggas be out here killing
Nigga stay safe cause you can be one in a million
One in a million that shit is a fact
Man fuck one that one nigga yeah he a rat
Tried to play close nigga please get back (Cris)
I'll have my shooters attack
No they don't hoop but they'll let that shit hit your back (Backboard)
Shinobi striker they attack
I can get a nigga whacked
Boy your girlfriend a Nat (Christian)
You associate with that

You associate with that
Pussy boy you get whacked
We got them straps
Fucking with us you get clapped
And I fuck Mina from the back and she let me tap
See my nigga give em dap
I don't really fuck with rats, and I keep a strap
All you niggas pity Pat, your bitch gimme kitty kat
How you feeling bout that?

One day I'm gone be selling all my shoes
Unlimited money Unlimited Hoes
Looking at the drip look at my clothes
And I'm fucking your bitch make her suck on my toes
Ian gone lie Henry you a whole opp
If I catch a nigga lacking swear to god he getting popped
You a Asian ass nigga so I should say chopped
Keep fucking with the gang send a bullet to your top (Holdup, Holdup)
Lil bitch stop capping can't hurt my feelings (Mhm mmm)
I'm just chilling (Mhm mhm)
Fuck with the gang you get hit with that thang
And your body gone split from your spirt
Your bitch drink my nut like a healthy nutrition
We killing that nigga then killing his niggas
You told on your bro little boy you a witness
A fruity pebble you a little suspicious
And bumman so gay he be kissing on niggas
Lil bitch boy your a motherfucking fag
Fat you so ugly I know you be sad (Frank)
Would've left the whole family if I was your dad
Shoutout big brutal my boy keep the strap
We catch that boy Henry that boy getting clapped
And that's not a joke you gone be off the map
And your mom gone be asking when you coming back?
Never
Nigga you tried to be clever
You not funny my nigga get better
Anything that you do little Meezy do better
Nigga
I'm just better than youuuu
At everything you do (Autotune crack lmao)
Bitch
You Jackie Chan looking ass nigga
You big ear ass nigga
You lil mouth ass nigga
You ugly ass nigga
You squinty eye ass nigga
You bitch ass nigga
And fat your ugly ass hoe
Fuck you talking bout bitch