PopOutAgain

Pop Out Again (Explicit) - Polo G/Lil Baby/Gunna

Lyrics by：Polo G/Lil Tjay/João Victor Alba Duarte/Dylan Berg/Dominique Jones/Sergio Kitchens

Composed by：Polo G/Lil Tjay/João Victor Alba Duarte/Dylan Berg

JD on the track on the track

On the track

On the track

On the track

Iceberg want a bag b***h

Iceberg want a bag b***h

We pop out at your party

I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery

So tuck your 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' n***a don't get banged

'Cause they'll do that job for me while

I hop on a plane

She heard I'm a star now she tryna take her clothes off

Faceshot with this AR

I'm bound to knock a n***a nose off

Drowsy off the Act'

I'm sippin' lean until I doze off

My homie trappin' 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 summertime I'm finna see how much the

Rolls cost

If her friend ain't f**kin' kick

Her out and make them hoes walk

Runnin' through them hunnids new blue check

I guess I'm verified

Cappin' off this ecstasy

I'm rollin' like I'm paralyzed

You weren't out there thuggin' with the killers you was terrified

All my n***as pop out in them trenches we don't never hide

We pop out at your party

I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery

So tuck your 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' n***a don't get banged

'Cause they'll do that job for me while

I hop on a plane

None of my hoes got a lot of mileage

Keep it G your style is childish

Proud of myself I finally found it

Only keep the guys around me