Текст песни Pop Out - Whitty Bishop feat. K1ng D

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HAAAN

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But I know you never do that
You just like to talk you a pussy like that one cat
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But I know you really scared
Cuz' I caught your homie slipping and I beat him at the fair
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You never be where all the action
You said you with your gang but I turned them to a fraction
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Now you got to face this nine
Bullets enter through your front but they exit through your spine

Gave you Tales From The Whitt now this Just A Little Taste
Got my 9mm and it's tucked up in my waist
If you say you want a problem then I up it in your face
If I ever go broke I'm the type to crack the safe
Got a bad little thang and she likes to bust it down
She asked me what I'm drinking I only drink apple crown
Got the dark liquor in me I'm bout to turn to a hound (Bark)
I know you like the way that sound
All I rock is F4DEDBOY$ when you ask about the drip
I just got my back end made it triple with the flip
Got that drank in my cup no you can't have a sip
Got a performance in the club and ima' walk in with my stick
Can't nobody tell me different that's the way it's gonna go
Really brought up in these streets I don't bend break or fold
Really had it down bad but I'm gifted and I'm chose
Tell me how is you a man but you acting like a hoe

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But I know you never do that
You just like to talk you a pussy like that one cat
Pop Out
But I know you really scared
Cuz' I caught your homie slipping and I beat him at the fair
Pop Out
You never be where all the action
You said you with your gang but I turned them to a fraction
Pop Out
Now you got to face this nine
Bullets enter through your front but they exit through your spine

Pull up to the scene make a mess get the mop out
Hop out, I ain't fucking with no drop outs
Gangstas don't dance we boogie with the top down
64' impalas we baller we don't talk bout'
Aye, you know the game is really cold tho
Catch me in the hood riding solo
Aye, ain't you that nigga in the low low
You the one that be talking to the po-po
I'm on the porch smoking Cubans sipping 40's (Why)
These niggas can't afford these
Every hood in my section really know me
Twisting Ape Shit smoking OG
The Panamera shit up on that nine eleven
I call my homies not 911 (Yeah)
I'm the one with the juice
Stay chucking up the deuce
Pop out and let loose

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But I know you never do that
You just like to talk you a pussy like that one cat
Pop Out
But I know you really scared
Cuz' I caught your homie slipping and I beat him at the fair
Pop Out
You never be where all the action
You said you with your gang but I turned them to a fraction
Pop Out
Now you got to face this nine
Bullets enter through your front but they exit through your spine