HonxhoDaHurk - Pop Out

Tell the opps, to pop out
We got sticks, and drums, let's rock out
It's going down, like I'm bringing Yung Joc out
Outside all day, like a nigga was locked out
My shooter go dumb, like a high school dropout
Slide on the opps, see what this new Glock bout
We get the drop, then wait till he walk out
I'm not with Glo Gang, but I ballout
My choppa signed to O.V.O., I let the drake sing
Trying to see me a mill off the trap selling everything
I'm in the field lil nigga, you second string
Take a pint of wockiesha, and give her a wedding ring
Draw down with the stick, paint shit red like I'm coloring
Come thru with the chops, you would think it was thundering
Got a bitch that rob shit, masked up, like she Muslim
762s break him down had puzzle him
I'm in the trap with two phones
Stepping, like I got steel toe boots on
You niggas my sons, I should go get a group home
These niggas still broke after P.P.P. Loans
I'm in the field, I should go put some cleats on
Still round the way, and I'm trapping In Vlone
I'm on the block, trying to get all these Ps gone
I be high as a bitch, got Toseína in my styrofoam
Serving them perks, RPs came in
Glock 29, don't get hit by this ten
Diss RxTaliban, we spinning your bend
Think you fucking with gang? Must be off the fent
In the field everyday, nigga you on the bench
If a fuck nigga change, his ass get spent
Got a pint, and a K on me behind the tint
Super Runts in the jay, I'm smoking Clark Kent
Gotta get to this paper, I ain't talking about bout essay
I fuck with the Mexicans, shout out my ese's
I got them racks, like P.U.A. Backpay
Codeine in a coffee cup, this ain't McCafe
Nigga want smoke, put that boy in a ashtray
I be with killers, they some like Wee-Bey
I done flipped packs from Maryland, to V.A
I'm in the game, ain't talking bout E.A
HonxhoDaHurk, I be getting them Ps in
I get the pack, it be gone by the weekend
I stay on point, like a fucking ink pen
Niggas don't want beef, I think that they vegan
How the fuck is you solid you told at the precinct?
RxTaliban blitz, like we playing defense
If your ass scared, call a preacher, or deacon
Hit your ass with that fire, just give me a reason
I'm on some drill shit, no mechanic
Come thru blowing shit, like a cannon
Drop a nigga, drop the Wock in a Fanta
I get them bags in, feel like Santa
Bitch bad and bougee, she came from Atlanta
Thick bitch, she red like the bandanna
I got the tool, but I came to do damage
I'm about to shoot, like Rick Blair with the camera

Written by:
Reyez Smith

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