Nardo Wick - Poppin Out lyrics

[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