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letra de pop out (remix) - paperroute woo & snupe bandz

[intro: snupe bandz]
bandz
bloc 19
pop out
pop out
(plug bangin’)

[chorus: snupe bandz]
i’m finna pop out (pop out), i brought them racks out (racks)
i got exotic, this ain’t no crackhouse (gas)
we beat the block up, we get the pack out
skinny lil’ n-gga, but my pockets fat (skinny)
smack on her ass while i hit from the back
hop in the coupe, hit the dash, and i’m gone (skrrt)
i just can’t stay out the trap too long (i can’t)
i’m finna pop out (pop out), i brought them racks out (racks)
i got exotic, this ain’t no crackhouse (gas)
we beat the block up, we get the pack out
skinny lil’ n-gga, but my pockets fat (skinny)
smack on her ass while i hit from the back
hop in the coupe, hit the dash, and i’m gone (skrrt)
i just can’t stay out the trap too long (i can’t)
[verse 1: paperroute woo]
hit a lil’ b-tch off the percs from the back (the back)
gangster b-tch, man, she catchin’ packs (the pack)
’bout money, n-gga been gettin’ them racks (them rackades)
all that talkin’, that’ll get your ass whacked (whacked)
three choppers, three glocks, and a mac (a mac)
headshot him, we ain’t gon’ worry ’bout the back (uh-uh)
aaron donald, n-gga, i get the sack (the sack)
load touch down, it’s full attached (attached)
n-ggas pullin’ up and n-ggas gon’ shop (gon’ shop)
big money, n-ggas spendin’ they guap (they guap)
you get how many ever you want, n-gga (on god)
price still ain’t gon’ drop (gon’ drop)
talkin’ all that sh-t on instagram (yeah)
when you see a n-gga, gon’ flop (gon’ flop)
big game, been game, n-gga been poppin’ out on your block (your block)
fifty round only time a n-gga been hoppin’ out on the opps (the opps)
hundred round close range, man, n0body still got shot (got shot)
n-gga went and bought all them guns just for his mans to get dropped (get dropped)
n-gga went and bought all them guns just for his mans to get dropped (get dropped)

[chorus: snupe bandz]
i’m finna pop out (pop out), i brought them racks out (racks)
i got exotic, this ain’t no crackhouse (gas)
we beat the block up, we get the pack out
skinny lil’ n-gga, but my pockets fat (skinny)
smack on her ass while i hit from the back
hop in the coupe, hit the dash, and i’m gone (skrrt)
i just can’t stay out the trap too long (i can’t)
i’m finna pop out (pop out), i brought them racks out (racks)
i got exotic, this ain’t no crackhouse (gas)
we beat the block up, we get the pack out
skinny lil’ n-gga, but my pockets fat (skinny)
smack on her ass while i hit from the back
hop in the coupe, hit the dash, and i’m gone (skrrt)
i just can’t stay out the trap too long (i can’t)
[verse 2: snupe bandz]
i just can’t stay out the trap
got full of the drank, fell asleep with the glock on my lap (drank)
she ate my d-ck on the couch (skrrt)
she let me nut in her mouth
freaky lil’ bougie b-tch straight out the south (lil’ b-tch)
i get the throat and i’m out (i’m gone)
counted two hundred, i keep losin’ count (racks)
drac’ with the beam, know we gunnin’ you down (baow)
i’m a kush addict, we smoke out the pound (gas)
i take a trip and brought nothin’ but exotic back (yeah)
we rollin’ up out the pack (pack)
like d-mn, i be rollin’ up back to back, back to back
i might have a heart attack (haha)
door sw-ngin’, count comin’ back to back
like i got that good crack (good crack)
remember i was on the block with a half, now i got a big sack (big sack)
pop out (pop out), pop out with racks (pop out)
pop out with choppers (pop out)
pop out with glocks (glocks)
straight out the mud, we gon’ pop out (yeah)
free my lil’ brother, finna pop out (pop out)
ran this sh-t up, i’ma pop out (pop out)
whole lotta racks, i’ma pop out (pop out)

[chorus: snupe bandz]
i’m finna pop out (pop out), i brought them racks out (racks)
i got exotic, this ain’t no crackhouse (gas)
we beat the block up, we get the pack out
skinny lil’ n-gga, but my pockets fat (skinny)
smack on her ass while i hit from the back
hop in the coupe, hit the dash, and i’m gone (skrrt)
i just can’t stay out the trap too long (i can’t)
[verse 3: duke deuce]
watch me pop out with them bands, make a fan with that sh-t
used to cop a mr. pure to drop a xan’ in that b-tch
bullets hit him, he was playin’ in this b-tch
quick to show a motherf-cker i’m the man in this b-tch (what the f-ck?)
uh, ‘stension my ruger, it look like a ruler (ayy, ayy)
when you get money, that p-ssy come to ya (come to ya)
i ain’t gotta sweat that b-tch, i’m not a hooper (a hooper)
respected like buddha, who knew ya?
don’t care if you got all the shooters, we bustin’ your noodle
i’m the solution, salute me
don’t f-ck with rappers in the game, this sh-t is polluted
back from cali, now the gang on balance (on balance)
big bags, put them hoes on a pallet (a pallet)
saran, so we gon’ have to wrap it (to wrap it)
real n-gga, so we don’t do no cappin’ (cappin’)
ain’t no camera grab, we can get back to action (to action)
throw that ass back on me, bae, while i slap it
her mouth is a weapon, she make me shoot rapid (what the f-ck?)

- paperroute woo snupe bandz

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