Lil Rachett - Pop Out

When i pop out on yo block
You better run
Turn a nigga chicken when he see this drum
Finger fuck the trigga
Imma make that bitch cum
These niggas shootin in the air
He'n trynna hit nun
I robbed the plug
And them niggas tried to do a rerun
Kill everybody
Ion care if you ain't see nun
Me and my lil brudda
We just bought sum new guns
So when we pop out on yo block
Don't you dare run
Put some flavor on my chicken
Call me stephon
Niggas claimin like they gangsta but he parttime
Is you ridin with yo niggas
Is you gone slide
Cause I'll fye ya ass up just like some hot fries
Real hood nigga I put 2 and 2 together
Got me fightin all these demons
Dealin with the devil
Ion trust to many niggas
I'll be the first to tell ya
I'll be the first to tell ya
1 shot 2 shots 3 shots 4
If I cock it back
On My Mama I'm gone blow
1 pop 2 pops 3 pops 4
All my bruddas TTG
Bitch we trained to go
Pull-up pop out hop out
Shoot
We already know
Niggas turn pussy out the blue
We'n talkin to the feds
Bih we never have a clue
All my friends are dead
So bih don't make me body you
Big bag get that
Run up
Imma push his shit back
No face no case
You get the point
I know you get that
I'm gettin all this paper
Got these pussy niggas big mad
Run up on Lil Rachett
Im gone leave with a shit bag

Written by:
Lawrence Wade

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