[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' 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)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out (Gang-gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out (Gang-gang)
[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
I'm in hood with gang-gang, ni**a, 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)
ni**a play with gang-gang, better let that hitta bang (Grrah, grrah)
Now everybody bust, start runnin' like a marathon
Get his ass (Bah, bah, bah), get his ass (Bah, bah, bah), mhm
Hit that boy from six different sides like a hexagon (Yeah, yeah)
Got my sh*t, call me LeBron, scorin' through that every time (Yeah)
Love Detroit, but he gon' bang and that b*tch is shootin' leprechaun
Wicked man, b*tch, I'm a don, all my b*tches extra fine
And I seen them in the ghetto, why the fu*k did you stand out there cryin'?
Gimme kiss and shut it up, girl, you know I fu*k with you (You know I fu*k with you)
Texas go and set him up, girl, you know I fu*k with you (You know I fu*k with you)
These ni**as be trippin', they be tweakin', (Tweakin', tweakin')
These ni**as ain't gangsta, I be peepin' (I be peepin' b*tches)
These ni**as is hoes, I be seein' (I be seein' that sh*t)
These ni**as be lyin', I believe 'em, ayy
[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' 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)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
[Verse 2: BIG30]
Pop out with them killlers, bit', we end a ni**a's story
We take a ni**a out his glory, boy, you're my hitter or shorty's
Best not think this sh*t a game, like, I reach, I'ma [?]
b*tch, I'm Thirtball, the rapper who put fifties all on forties
Then I spray all, I stand up, whack a murder when we borin'
Sinner, he from the studio, get killed all while recordin', blrrrd, blrrrd
Free Shiesty out that cage, sh*t gettin' annoyin'
Burnt the whole head up the [?] for some Jordans
A matter of time, don't ask me for my strap, pussy, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than a [?], blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, pussy, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than a [?]
Two switches on me now, I get him whacked [?] for it
Two switches on me now, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd
[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' 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)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out