popout

[Intro] Yuh (Dylan Brady) Throw them hands in the pit If you really ‘bout that shit Throw them hands in the pit If you really ‘bout that shit Throw them hands in the pit Yah, yah [Verse 1] Pop out (Lil bitch) Pull up Gas tank (What?) I’m full up Loud pack Yeah, I smoke that Pop out Goddamn, my wrist go New coke, Slurpee Too high (Yeah) Nosebleeds I don’t give a fuck about shit Knock a simp lights out Then I roll up, smoke weed Haha Y’all talk Too much Its like: La la la la la la la la la la la la la la Shut up (Boy if you don’t shut yo’ bitch ass up) Pull up, pop out Better throw hands Better wile out Wrist go five pound Goodnight, lights out [Chorus] Punch out my lights I been so lost without your love Only thing that helps me now Can someone please fuck me up? Yeah, throw them motherfucking hands, boy [Verse 2] Pop, lil bitch Open up the pit Throw them hands and hit Give a fuck, get a stitch Imma punch ‘em in the lip (Pop, pop) I got blood on my timbs I got blood on my — Oh shit, yo I think that guys actually fucking hurt bro What the fuck? (Damn, he got knocked the fuck out) Fuck a Lyft They gon’ take me home in a ambulance (Fuck) Poppin’ xans with EMTS Call that shit Mercedes Benz (Yuh) I’m about to hit the piss, yuh, yuh I’m about to smack a simp (Bop, bop) Uh, is you tough boy? I really doubt it (Yeah) Throw them hands if you really ‘bout it (Yeah) Throw a elbow or two If you really ‘bout that shit, yuh Throw yo’ fuckin’ shoes, bitch