Poppin Out Lyrics – Nardo Wick ft. BIG30

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Popping out with gang-gang, popping out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang)
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out (Gang-gang)
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out (Gang-gang)

[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
I'm in hood with gang-gang, n!gga, got my four with them (My four)
Broke the pistol down and snuck it in, yeah, we got heat with us (Yeah, we got that heat)
N!gga play with gang-gang, better let that hitta bang (Grrah, grrah)
Now everybody bunched up, running like a marathon
Get his as* (Bah, bah, bah), get his as* (Bah, bah, bah), mhm
Hit that boy from six different sides like a hexagon (Yeah, yeah)
Dunk on sh!t, call me LeBron, score, we do that every time (Yeah)
Lil' D short but he gone bang, that b!tch a shooting leprechaun
Wicked man, b!tch, I'm a don, all my b!tches extra fine
And I seen them in the ghetto, why the f**k did you stand out there crying?
Gimme kiss and shut it up, girl, you know I f**k with you (You know I f**k with you)
Texas go and set him up, girl, you know I f**k with you (You know I f**k with you)
These n!ggas be tripping, they be tweaking, (Tweaking, tweaking)
These n!ggas ain't gangsta, I be peeping (I be peeping b!tches)
These n!ggas is hoes, I be seeing (I be seeing that sh!t)
These n!ggas be lying, I believe 'em, ayy

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Popping out with gang-gang, popping out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang)
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out

[Verse 2: BIG30]
Pop out with them killers, bet we end a n!gga's story
We take a n!gga out his glory, boy, your main hitta a shorty
Best not think this sh!t a game, like I'm Rich Homie or Vory
B!tch, I'm Thirtball, the rapper who put fifties on them forties
Then I spray all, I stand up, whack a murder when we boring
Send a hit from the studio, get killed while I'm recording, blrrrd, blrrrd
Free Shiesty out that cage, sh!t getting annoying
Burnt the whole head up in the Scat, she ate d!ck for some joints
I'm out of town, don't ask me if I'm strapped, pu**y, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, pu**y, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force
Two switches on me now, I get him whacked ...? for it
Two switches on me now, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Popping out with gang-gang, popping out with gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (Everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (Gang, gang, gang)
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out
Popping out with gang-gang, gang-gang popping out