Mac Heem - Pop Out (feat. Da Don Louie & Louie Ray)

Pop out
We Brought them Glocks out
It's time to rock out
Lil bro and them too reckless
They still serving while the narcs out
Fuck clout
You say it's up now
Nigga it's stuck now
We been having action for a min
Time to slow down
I'm the one who call the plays
I'm feeling like a coach or some
I be dodging twelve
Like a nigga out here on the run
Glock twenty-three with the beam
That's my favorite gun
Trapping been my passion
I just do this rapping shit for fun
Pop out
I brought the chop out
That arp look like guitar
That mean I'm finna rock out
Pull up at a Nigga job
Whoop em make em clock out
I heard they said it was a drought
Shy money brought the shop out
I brought the drop out
On Gang
She gone fuck fasho ain't gotta spit game
That's a dumb ass question asking who I'm wit hoe I'm wit the gang
Niggas playing both side pick a side
Why you switching lanes
Ian gone line I couldn't picture this even if it was in a frame
Fake ass fuck nigga shit ion entertain
Sixth man ima let you niggas shine til coach put me in the game
I'm authentic I'm still the same nigga I could never change
We got them sticks nigga
No precipitation we gone make it rain
Lil cuz DTE bussed down
You die you touch his chain
Slide the coupe I'm in and outta traffic I keep change lanes
I promise if I ever fall off again I'll go insane
Got the head the first time that we met ain't even know her name
Pop out
We Brought them Glocks out
It's time to rock out
Lil bro and them too reckless
They still serving while the narcs out
Fuck clout
You say it's up now?
Nigga it's stuck now
We been having action for a min
Time to slow down
I'm the one who call the plays
I'm feeling like a coach or some
I be dodging twelve
Like a nigga out here on the run
Glock twenty-three with the beam
That's my favorite gun
Trapping been my passion
I just do this rapping shit for fun
(Still Grinding)
Pop Out
It's niggas who don't like me that's gone come
I brought the opps out
My nigga Cee just bought a car ain't got no roof
He brought his drop out
The school that I went to ain't give a fuck
That's why I dropped out
Ain't tell nobody we was even coming
Brought the block out
Army style artillery
Glock with no switch they killing me
I hate when they be sending beats to rap on but be billing me
Ain't left the hood at all you know this trapping is still in me
Drunk a twelve last night I'm still high
That shit still in me
I jumped off the porch in Rocawear you know I been a G
They tell me I remind them of my pops I must resemble 'em
I'm rocking shit
I'm popping out at schools I do assemblies
You shouldn't have been out there if you wasn't ready
Ain't no sympathy
It's dirty so I got my pistol me in this industry
I got my back against the wall it ain't no sneaking me
I got za and bows going for like a stack
Who got em cheap as me?
I'm back and forth collecting syrup
I'm like a busy bee
(Yeah)
(Gang)

Written by:
Larry Bowman, Orraccious Tucker-Brown, Shahem Moore

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