Polo G Feat. Lil Baby & Gunna - Pop Out Again

Polo G Feat. Lil Baby & Gunna - Pop Out Again
June 6th, 2019
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Polo G links up with Lil Baby & Gunna for new song "Pop Out Again" Produced by JD On Tha Track & Iceberg

Song Lyrics

JD On Tha Track
Iceberg want a bag, bitch

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

She heard I'm a star, now she tryna take her clothes off
Take shots at this, I'm honored, I'm bound to knock a nigga's nose off
Drowsy off the Act, I'm sipping lean until I dose off
My homie trapping like it's laundry day, he drop a load off
Police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off
Used to hustle packs but now I'm richer than my old boss
Almost summer time, I'm finna see how much the rose cost
If her friend ain't fuckin', kick her out and make them hoes walk
Running through them hunnids, new blue check, I guess I'm verified
Copping of this ecstasy, I'm rolling like I'm paralyzed
You ain't out there thuggin' with the killers, you was terrified
All my niggas pop up out them trenches, we ain't ever hide

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

None of my hoes gotta lie to me
Just keep it "g," your style is childish
Proud of myself, I finally found it
I'ma keep the guys around me
I go out suggesting with the drip, I call it thousand dollars
I can make my youngin' snatch your neck, just for a thousand dollars
Sooner we sex, a thousand pounds, yeah
Hopping on jets, just the money calling
They still be thinking I'm sorry, mama
Pop out, I'm on every corner
VVS on every stone
Jury got my bread gone
These bankrolls got my backbone
These meds got my dead soul
We been poppin' out since middle school
This lifestyle ain't nothing new
But we ain't get rid of you
We been poppin' out since middle school
This right here ain't nothing new
Polo, what you tell 'em fool?

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

And don't gotta explain 'cause I got panties stained (Stained)
I pull up in Ferrari's, when I hop on a plane (No cap)
I've got diamonds on my Carti's (Carti's), I see you niggas lame (Lame)
I'm in Miami gardening, with a Richard Millie plain (Richard Millie plain)
I'm on siege, you can't put me in a grave (Grave)
Somebody pray for me 'cause I couldn't have been a slave (No)
Throw it on a d-u-b's, we had cash back in the day (Yeah)
Now the Rollies in a day, we go run into the Wraith (Wraith)
You gotta work hard, just can't make it off of faith
I souled me a little hard, for a few thousands, I was straight
I been driving a porche, learned to hustle for a plate
Now the show come with an estate, 5 star condo where I lay

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane