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Polo G - Pop Out Again (Official Audio) ft. Lil Baby, Gunna
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
João Victor Alba Duarte
João Victor Alba Duarte
Guitar
Dylan Berg
Dylan Berg
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Songwriter
João Victor Alba Duarte
João Victor Alba Duarte
Songwriter
Dylan Berg
Dylan Berg
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Lyrics
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Lyrics
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JD On Tha Track
JD On Tha Track
Producer
Luis Bordeaux
Luis Bordeaux
Recording Engineer
Denly Morisset
Denly Morisset
Mixing Engineer
Joe Grasso
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Iceberg
Iceberg
Producer
Steven Carless
Steven Carless
Executive Producer

Tekst Utworu

JD On Tha Track Iceberg want a bag, bitch We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aiming 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' nigga, 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 nigga nose off Drowsy off the Act', I'm sipping lean until I doze off My homie trapping 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 fuckin', kick her out and make them hoes walk Running through them hundreds, new blue Check, I guess I'm verified Cappin' of this ecstasy, I'm rollin' like I'm paralyzed You weren't out there thugging with them killers You was terrified All my niggas 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 ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aiming 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' nigga, 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 I go extra dressing with this drip, I call it Thousand Island I can make my youngin snatch your necklace for a thousand dollars Soon as we sexing, thousand problems Hopping on jets, this money calling I still be thugging, I'm sorry, mama Pop out, I'm on every corner VVS on every stone This jewelry got my head gone These bankrolls got my head gone These meds got my head gone We been popping out since middle school This lifestyle ain't nothing new But we'll get rid of you, yeah We been popping out since middle school This shit here ain't nothing new Polo, what you tell 'em, fool? We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aiming 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' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane And don't gotta explain (Nah) 'Cause I got plenty stains (Stains) I pull up in Ferraris when I hop on the plane (No cap) Got diamonds on my Cartis (Cartis) See you niggas lame (Lame) I'm in Miami Garden with a Richard Mille plain (Richard Mille plain) I'm a seed, you can't put me in a grave (No) Somebody pray for me 'Cause I couldn't have been a slave (No) Float on the D-U-B's, we had cash back in the day (Yeah) Now the Rollie say the date Roll around in two-door Wraith (Two Wraiths) You gotta work hard, just can't make it off of faith I sold me a lil' hard for a few thousands, I was straight (Straight) I been jumped off the porch, learned to hustle for a plate Now the shrimp come with a steak Five star condo where I lay We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aiming 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' nigga, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Dylan Berg, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Tione Merritt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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