pop out - therichmusic lyrics
[intro]
aye, pop out
(wake up, gonna take a puff, n*ggas knows what’s up, nah)
(let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b*tch)
(i just want the clip, money long)
(then i ching*ching*chong)
(let me hit the*)
[chorus: therichmusic]
wake up, then i take a puff, n*ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b*tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching*ching*chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some acres (acrеs)
[verse 1]
give ’em b*tches who ain’t had onе a puff
belt strap, get yo b*tches in cuffs, say what?
i’d be lyin’ if i said i ain’t cut the closest off
i’d be lyin’ if i said i ain’t the one behind the prod
throwback to ’21 when everyone was onto pods
b*tch, i only run trains on solos, not squads (what?)
call that a corny bar, baby where’s your f*ckin’ cars, hm
i ain’t deal with p*ssies who think they gods
lighten up b*tch, we still ain’t buy the facade
i had to learn how to open up, therapy showed me i ain’t give a f*ck
[chorus: therichmusic]
wake up, then i take a puff, n*ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b*tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching*ching*chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some acres (acres)
[verse 2]
b.t. showed me i ain’t gotta be afraid to open up, what’s that?
huh, i was around for 3 years and you still ain’t beat my ass
pop out, don’t give a f*ck, b*tch i ain’t got doubts
b*tch, i can hold myself together, i can go without
if you got any issues you can come over and shout, how’s that?
if you wanna pop out, come over take a puff, hm
told you in what’s good that i*i*i already beat him down enough
personality, reality, whichever’s preferred
[bridge]
i’m goin’ on my f*ckin’ shooters mentality, so if you find me dead it’s*
i ain’t give a f*ck about anybody’s individuality
i ain’t give a f*ck, white, black, asian, you can be any nationality
i’ll turn you from a corpse into a f*ckin’ fatality, casually, what’s good?
i’ll turn that sh*t into some sh*t that one would consider brutality
come on b*tch, pop out
[chorus: therichmusic]
wake up, then i take a puff, n*ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b*tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching*ching*chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some acres (acres)
wake up, then i take a puff, n*ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b*tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching*ching*chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some acres (acres)
[verse 3]
b*tches be lyin’ when they say this sh*t ain’t a vibe, nah
b*tch, you ain’t believe me i’m still vibin’ with that tribe
what the lyrics, what the quest they transcribe?
egotistical, it runs in the family, b*tch i’m the best, yeah
mail this song back to the p*ssies that were addressed
i ain’t give a f*ck if you a man if you wearin’ a dress, that’s just old roots
i ain’t want no part in you or your b*tches fruit, turned even her gay
dude what the f*ck?
[chorus]
wake up, gonna take a puff, n*ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b*tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching*ching*chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some makers (makers)
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