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letra de pop out - rody abm

[intro]
(basedkash drippin’ sauce)

[verse 1: rody abm & king von]
when we pop out, yeah, we pop out with them sticks (pop out with them sticks)
when john pull up (huh, what?), you know he ain’t gon’ miss (no, we ain’t gon’ miss)
tdog shot (huh, what?), and then you know he with the sh-ts (boom, boom)
i’m from the field, yeah (yeah, yeah), you know we gettin’ them racks (you know we gettin’ them racks)
von catch ’em lackin’, it’s gon’ be a wrap (it’s gon’ be a wrap)
i’m goin’ crazy (huh, what?), now lil’ b-tch talm’ bout i’m next (b-tch talm’ bout i’m next)
this tee balenciaga (yeah), i spent about a stack (yeah, yeah)
she wanna f-ck me now (huh, what?), she know i got a sack (von, von)

[verse 2: king von & rody abm]
see, i won’t sweat ’em (nah, i won’t sweat ’em)
and i been lookin’ for that boy, i bet i’ll catch him (i bet i’ll catch him)
i see that n-gga bitin’ his tongue (huh, what?), i think he special (i think he special)
and he done ran from me so much, gave him the metal (gave him the what?)
my bullets nailed him (boom, boom)
see, i’m a thirsty n-gga (i be thirsty)
i pop out ’cause broad day, boy, i be lurkin’, n-gga (i be lurkin’)
i keep a smile up on my face, ’cause i be smirkin’, n-gga (boy, i be smirkin’)
and if it’s 20 on his head, then it’s worth it, n-gga (boom)
you deserved it, n-gga (rody, b-tch)

[verse 3: rody abm]
we ran up on them n-ggas and get to f-ckin’ bussin’ (get to bussin’)
my n-ggas scorin’, you know we ain’t doin’ no missin’ (missin’ nothin’)
we caught him lackin’, then we put him on a stretcher (blahh)
it’s 20 on his head, they can’t wait ’til they catch him (boom, boom, boom)
they’re in them trucks, and they’re ridin’ with them hammers (skrr, skrr, skrr)
i’m talkin’ 30’s, 50’s, mac’s and berettas (b-tch, we got ’em)
ridin’ ’round lookin’ for the opposition (opposition)
and when they see the opps, it’s gonna be a k!llin’ (a f-ckin’ k!llin’)
[verse 4: king von]
aye, what’s your purpose, n-gga? (aye, what’s your purpose?)
boy, how you scared up on the drill, why you nervous, n-gga? (aye, why you nervous?)
his n-ggas lookin’ like some clowns, he brought the circus with him (he brought the circus)
i left porkey up in the car, text him (what, huh?) “come and get him, k!ll everybody with him” (boom, boom)
say, what you sayin’, homie? (what you sayin’?)
i pop out in movin’ cars and get to sprayin’ on ’em (i get to sprayin’)
couldn’t catch his ass today, so now we layin’ on ’em (so now we layin’)
police on my d-ck so much, they put a band on me, a hundred bands on me

- rody abm

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