Pop Out Again Lyrics - Polo G

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 

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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 the killers 

You was terrified 

All my niggas pop out in them trenches 

We don't never hide 

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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