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Popped Out

 

Popped Out


Ayy, mino, is this catchy?
That boy Jdolla go crazy

Popped out with my twizzy (My twin), that's my twin, yeah
Million on my wrist, yeah, they drank my fish up
Yeah, walked in with that bitch (Bizzy), with that bitch, yeah
Bitch, she drank my kids (Kids), they tell me, "No, not like this," huh
Fuck that broke bitch, I don't want none, I want a rich ho (Rich)
You said you flexed that shit, but that shit was just a rental (Swerve)
And I still be high as fuck, I can't get out of this mental (Too high)
Twizzy done pulled up and shh-shh-shh-shh, now we killing a vegetable (A lentil)

Yeah, all my racks so stable
I— I count ten, twenty, fifties on the bitch, throw 'em out on the table (Table)
Yeah, y'all got them fake ass diamonds, them funk ass teeth, boy, you came from stable (Yeah)
Why the fuck are these broke ass kids outside buying fake lean? Can't buy a cable, yeah (What? Wait, wait)
Margiela my shoes, Margiela my feet, Margiela my bitch, Margiela my wrist
Yeah, whole lot of racks on me, whole lot of bags on me, a lot of racks on me, I cannot split
And just in one morning I made more than your mami, your mommy, your daddy and more than your bitch
I cannot trust all that shit that they saying to me 'cause they know they gon' learn to snitch

Popped out with my twizzy (My twin), that's my twin, yeah
Million on my wrist, yeah, they drank my fish up
Yeah, walked in with that bitch (Bizzy), with that bitch, yeah
Bitch, she drank my kids (Kids), they tell me, "No, not like this," huh
Fuck that broke bitch, I don't want none, I want a rich ho (Rich)
You said you flexed that shit, but that shit was just a rental (Swerve)
And I still be high as fuck, I can't get out of this mental (Too high)
Twizzy done pulled up and shh-shh-shh-shh, now we killing a vegetable (A lentil)

Yeah, all my racks so stable
I— I count ten, twenty, fifties on the bitch, throw 'em out on the table (Table)
Yeah, y'all got them fake ass diamonds, them funk ass teeth, boy, you came from stable (Yeah)
Why the fuck are these broke ass kids outside buying fake lean? Can't buy a cable, yeah (What? Wait, wait)
Margiela my shoes, Margiela my feet, Margiela my bitch, Margiela my wrist
Yeah, whole lot of racks on me, whole lot of bags on me, a lot of racks on me, I cannot split
And just in one morning I made more than your mami, your mommy, your daddy and more than your bitch
I cannot trust all that shit that they saying to me 'cause they know they gon' learn to snitch

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