Yeah, pop out Yeah Pop out, pop out, pop out and they gon' miss me Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me Need that, gimme some Your new nigga, he a bum Shawty let me show you some Bitch you know you owe me some My bad bitch, her face card is lethal Bitch I'm invincible so don't be actin Cecil My whip old as fuck, I pulled up in that fossil She said she wanna fuck, bitch want my dick, colossal Your man small as fuck, she suck that bitch, can't whistle Bend her over and that shit sound like a missile Fuck her on the couch, my bad bro, I was turnt Pressed me at the club, bitch, I thought you learnt Fifty on the wrist and a hunnid on the dash Runnin from the laws while I'm feelin on her ass Bad little thang, said she like my smile Come to me now, let you stay for a while Just like me and I like that shit Shippin' them bags, finna ice her wrist Put lil' shawty on a late night flight Million dollar girl, she could be my wife Told me I could stay, only just for tonight But shawty got me thinkin' 'bout the rest of my life Say my name cause I love that shit You call my phone any time you wish Hit my licks and I'm coming back home Pressin' on the gas and I'm already gone Ridin' with my shawty, I don't ever feel alone Ridin' with my shawty, I don't ever feel alone Pop out, pop out, pop out and they gon' miss me Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me Need that, gimme some Your new nigga, he a bum Shawty let me show you some Bitch you know you owe me some Ay, ay I spend whatever she want on whatever she want Shawty bad, I might fly her to Paris We can pop out in the Rolls, hit Dior, buy a dress for my bitch Give a damn if she wear it I got a main on the south of the side If you like the bitch too, we can fuck 'round and share her Malibu beach, my bitch out in the Sun She don't do spray tans, bitch bad, she serious Oh, oh Still on perfect time (I ain't see 'em) Oh, oh Roam the streets all night Yeah, ten toes, still stand strong Type of shit I'm on Pull up, find out, make it known I kick her out, she gone Think I'm boutta pop my shit, that is not my bitch (oh) But on nights like this (oh), comin' for the night time hits Pop out, pop out, pop out and they gon' miss me Bad bitches in the corner, got a man, she wanna kiss me Need that, gimme some Your new nigga, he a bum Shawty let me show you some Bitch you know you owe me some Oh, oh Still on perfect time (still ain't see 'em) Oh, oh Roam the streets all night Suicide come in the summer Vintage, but I'm not no undercover Do it real fast and fuck my jeans up Like I'm Trixie, keep that stick tucked Bitch I keep that stick tucked Like I'm Trixie, I keep that stick tucked