POP OUT (Feat. Jban$2Turnt)

[Intro: Lil Yachty] Uh, yeah bitch Digital Nas Yeah bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Lil Yachty] I'm in the hood like Mrs. Winners, uh Basketball seats in a Beamer, uh Pull up with sticks, pull up with clips, all on the hip, yeah, yeah I turn a two to a six, yeah (Uh) Servin' these stripper hoes dick, yeah You sick of me, yeah, and I know it, huh (Yeah) All of this money, I blow it, huh (Skrr) All of these hoes, yeah they goin', huh (Uh) All of my shooters they blowin' (Noom!) Anyway, why you come over? You ain't goin', huh You a whole thot, and I know this, huh (Yeah) Beat him in the pot with the elbow, huh Skrt out the lane with the new whip (Skrt) Diamonds in the ear like a Q-tip, huh Bitch give me top with them duck lips, uh (Yeah) Your boyfriend, he scared of me (Yeah) I'm geeked up off that amphetamine (Yeah) Hairy pussy give me allergies (Yeah) Bitch I don't shop at no Malleries (No) I get my diamonds from Icebox, huh (Yeah) Big Gucci link with the white rocks (Woo) Just left Chicago like White Sox (Yeah), tryna get a bitch with some dreadlocks I got a bitch sippin' Redrum (Damn), I don't even know where she came from (Nah) I walk around with a AK (Damn), that lil' shit sound like a snare drum (Yeah) DN, DN, DN, DN, DN [Chorus: Lil Yachty] Yeah, yeah, yeah, pop out, uh Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh Yeah, uh, pop out, uh Yeah, yeah, pop out Yeah, ha, pop out Pop out, yeah, pop out Yeah, yeah, what's up? What's up with all of that fuck shit? Yeah, what's up, what's up with all of that fuck shit? Yeah, yeah, pop out Pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out [Verse 2: Jban$2Turnt] JBan$, JBan$ Rock out (Woo, woo), I bring the guap out (I bring the what?) I'm on the block with the Glock out (Doot doot doot) I pop a perc, make her tap out (Yeah, yeah) This is the modern day pop sound, ayy (Yeah) Diamonds on lighthouse (Diamonds on lighthouse) Glacier Boy still fuck with White Owl Double my cup 'til I pass out, sippin' Act' now, uh Ooh, treat the Maybach like a Honda, speedin' and swervin', might fall out (Skrr skrr skrr) Lil Baby know I'm not average, I get the top, and I kick her out Ooh, my diamonds on igloo, I need that junk for my mental (Yeah, yeah) She pop that pussy, no pimple (Yeah, yeah) Gucci my runners, I get loose JBan$, JBan$, JBan$, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Lil Yachty] Pop out, uh Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh Yeah, uh, pop out, uh Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh Yeah, ha, pop out Pop out, huh, yeah, huh, pop out, huh Yeah, yeah, what's up? What's up with all of that fuck shit? Yeah, huh, what's up, huh, what's up with all of that fuck shit? Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh Pop out, pop out Pop out, yeah