Poppin Out

[Chorus: Nardo Wick] Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang) Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang) Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back) Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang) Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out (Gang-gang) Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out (Gang-gang) [Verse 1: Nardo Wick] I'm in hood with gang-gang, nigga, got my four with them (My four) Broke the pistol down and snuck it in, yeah, we got heat with us (Yeah, we got that heat) Nigga play with gang-gang, better let that hitta bang (Grrah, grrah) Now everybody bunched up, runnin' like a marathon Get his ass (Bah, bah, bah), get his ass (Bah, bah, bah), mhm Hit that boy from six different sides like a hexagon (Yeah, yeah) Dunk on shit, call me LeBron, score, we do that every time (Yeah) Lil' D short but he gon' bang, that bitch a shootin' leprechaun Wicked man, bitch, I'm a don, all my bitches extra fine And I seen them in the ghetto, why the fuck did you stand out there cryin'? Gimme kiss and shut it up, girl, you know I fuck with you (You know I fuck with you) Texas go and set him up, girl, you know I fuck with you (You know I fuck with you) These niggas be trippin', they be tweakin', (Tweakin', tweakin') These niggas ain't gangsta, I be peepin' (I be peepin' bitches) These niggas is hoes, I be seein' (I be seein' that shit) These niggas be lyin', I believe 'em, ayy [Chorus: Nardo Wick] Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang) Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang) Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back) Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang) Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out [Verse 2: BIG30] Pop out with them killers, bet we end a nigga's story We take a nigga out his glory, boy, your main hitta a shorty Best not think this shit a game, like I'm Rich Homie or Vory Bitch, I'm Thirtball, the rapper who put fifties on them forties Then I spray all, I stand up, whack a murder when we borin' Send a hit from the studio, get killed while I'm recordin', blrrrd, blrrrd Free Shiesty out that cage, shit gettin' annoyin' Burnt the whole head up in the Scat, she ate dick for some joints I'm out of town, don't ask me if I'm strapped, pussy, of course Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force, blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy, pussy, of course Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force Two switches on me now, I get him whacked [?] for it Two switches on me now, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd [Chorus: Nardo Wick] Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang) Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang) Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back) Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang) Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out