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Pop Out (feat. OMB Bloodbath & Space Kid)

Orchestrate96

Hip-Hop/Rap

46 Shazams

Music Video

ORCHESTRATE96 - POP OUT (feat. OMB Bloodbath & Space KID)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Utomwen Irabor
Utomwen Irabor
Songwriter
Seth David Barrix
Seth David Barrix
Songwriter
Alexandra Nicks
Alexandra Nicks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Hues
Kevin Hues
Producer
Big Kang
Big Kang
Mixing Engineer
Redoct LNE
Redoct LNE
Recording Engineer
Tavion Freeman
Tavion Freeman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Philip E. Photography
Philip E. Photography
Photography

Lyrics

Watch out ay ay ay ouu yeah Pop out we up the heat get the Glocks out yeah Pop out drip too hard get the mops out ouu Pop out I am the one at the top now ouu Watch out money too long I lost count ouu Pop out we up the heat get the Glocks out yeah Pop out drip too hard get the mops out ouu Pop out I am the one at the top now ouu Watch out money too long I lost count yeah Pop out you know we bringing the block out ay Rock out I'm in the club with my Glock I Don't play with no hoe and you know how it go Got your bitch in my spot now I done pulled up in a jag with a big 'ol bag and they all looking shocked now Hop out too fresh nigga too fly like two jets Nigga get in mouth like toothpaste In a new whip with some new plates Stay up in your mind like a toupee You know I get cake like soufflé Nigga got guns like Doom's day In the trap serving bodies like a due date Your hoe ain't my type my bitch like to fight My ice look like lights right right Been fly all my life Hustle every night Codeine over ice right right Pop out we up the heat get the Glocks out yeah Pop out drip too hard get the mops out yeah ouu Pop out I am the one at the top now ouu Watch out money too long I lost count ouu Pop out we up the heat get the Glocks out yeah Pop out drip too hard get the mops out ouu Pop out I am the one at the top now ouu Watch out money too long I lost count yeah My girl in her feelings I'm all in my bag Stress me we shopping I'm paying in cash Tripping I'm leaving I'm doing the dash Exes they know I ain't fucking with trash Know how it be I burn rappers to ash Not making the cash better get off your ass The rhyme scheme is potent spitting the facts Lit a rapper like turkey I'm giving my thanks I'm too smooth I got grease in my engine Yeah I'm African getting the attention Big 30 he reaching for extensions She see me now she asking my intentions Shut them out I got critics in my mentions Might just hit you with a ban like detention She just wanna vibe and blow money on vacations I just wanna rap I got bans they temptations yeah Your bitch ain't my type Hustle every night My wrist look like ice ice right My shit get you hype I got drip like sprite My neck look lights lights right Pop out we up the heat get the Glocks out yeah Pop out drip too hard get the mops out yeah ouu Pop out I am the one at the top now ouu Watch out money too long I lost count ouu Pop out we up the heat get the Glocks out yeah Pop out drip too hard get the mops out yeah ouu Pop out I am the one at the top now ouu Watch out money too long I lost count yeah
Writer(s): Utomwen Irabor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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