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queezy_the_gangster – pop out on the bitch كلمات اغاني

[intro]
jd on tha track
iceberg want a bag, b_tch

[chorus: polo g]
we pop out at your party, i’m with the gang
and it’s gon’ be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
i’m a k!ller, girl, i’m sorry, but i can’t change
we ain’t aimin’ for your body, shots hit your brain
we come from poverty, man, we ain’t have a thing
it’s a lot of animosity, but they won’t say my name
them k!llers rock with me, lil’ n_gga, don’t get banged
’cause they’ll do that job for me while i hop on a plane
[verse 1: polo g]
she don’t like her body, left the doctor with a new shape
blowing up my phone ’cause she just see me with my new bae
heartbreaker, ladies love me like i’m cool j
she was tryna cling onto a n_gga, but it’s too late
booked a flight to cali, racks and condoms in my suitcase
and every single dollar in these bands got a blue face
diamonds in the rollie, they in hd like it’s blu_ray
the way that i been ballin’ should make the cover of 2k
show out for the summer i might pull up in a new wraith
dissin’ on the gang that’s gon’ only get your crew chased
and we hawk sh_t down, better tighten’ up yo’ shoe lace
lil’ bro get up close let the glock 22 spray

[verse 2: polo g]
she heard i’m a star, now she tryna take her clothes off
faceshot with this ar, i’m bound to knock a n_gga nose off
drowsy off the act’, i’m sippin’ lean until i doze off
my homie trappin’ like it’s laundry day, he drop a load off
police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off
used to hustle packs but now i’m richer than my old boss
almost summertime, i’m finna see how much the rolls cost
if her friend ain’t f_ckin’, kick her out and make them hoes walk
runnin’ through them hundreds, new blue check, i guess i’m verified
cappin’ off this ecstasy, i’m rollin’ like i’m paralyzed
you weren’t out there thuggin’ with the k!llers, you was terrified
all my n_ggas pop out in them trenches, we don’t never hide
[chorus: polo g]
we pop out at your party, i’m with the gang
and it’s gon’ be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
i’m a k!ller, girl, i’m sorry, but i can’t change
we ain’t aimin’ for your body, shots hit your brain
we come from poverty, man, we ain’t have a thing
it’s a lot of animosity, but they won’t say my name
them k!llers rock with me, lil’ n_gga, don’t get banged
’cause they’ll do that job for me while i hop on a plane

[verse 3: lil’ tjay]
i call lil’ bro, he said he ready for the stain (said he ready for the stain)
what you claim? you a lame, you ain’t never put in pain (put in pain)
swear i be around some k!llers that go crazy for the gang (they go crazy for the game)
if i showed you all my charges, you won’t look at me the same (you won’t look at me the same)
made some choices in my life i wish i never had to make (wish i never had to make)
lost my brother, seen him die and i just seen him graduate (i just seen him graduate)
got that .40 on my side and i’m just rollin’ past the jakes (i’m just rollin’ past jakes)
both my hands can do the job and i ain’t talkin’ m_st_rbate
i was in and outta state (state) ’cause i had a bag to make (bag to make)
i risked my life but it’s aight ’cause god ain’t let me pass away (pass away)
f_ck tomorrow, spin the block, just know we comin’ back today (back today)
i call polo, he come dolo, we get ’em the fast way

[chorus: polo g]
we pop out at your party, i’m with the gang
and it’s gon’ be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
i’m a k!ller, girl, i’m sorry, but i can’t change
we ain’t aimin’ for your body, shots hit your brain
we come from poverty, man, we ain’t have a thing
it’s a lot of animosity, but they won’t say my name
them k!llers rock with me, lil’ n_gga, don’t get banged
’cause they’ll do that job for me while i hop on a plane
[verse 4: lil’ baby]
none of my hoes got a lot of mileage
keep it g, your style is childish
proud of myself, i finally found it
only keep the guys around me
i go extra dressing with this drip, i call it thousand island
i can make my youngin sn_tch your necklace for a thousand dollars
soon as we s_xin’, thousand problems
hoppin’ on jets, this money calling
i still be thuggin’, i’m sorry, mama
pop out, i’m on every corner
vvs on every stone
this jewelry got my head gone
these bankrolls got my head gone
these meds got my head gone
we been poppin’ out since middle school
this lifestyle ain’t nothing new
but we’ll get rid of you, yeah
we been poppin’ out since middle school
this sh_t here ain’t nothing new
polo, what you tell ’em, fool?

[verse 5: gunna]
and don’t gotta explain (nah), ’cause i got plenty stains (stains)
i pull up in ferraris when i hop on the plane (no cap)
got diamonds on my cartis (cartis), i see you n_ggas lame (lame)
i’m in miami garden with a richard mille plain (richard mille plain)
i’m a seed, you can’t put me in a grave (no)
somebody pray for me ’cause i couldn’t have been a slave (no)
float on the d_u_b’s, we had cash back in the day (yeah)
now the rollie say the date, roll around in two_door wraith (two wraiths)
you gotta work hard, just can’t make it off of faith
i sold me a lil’ hard for a few thousands, i was straight (straight)
i been jumped off the porch, learned to hustle for a plate
now the shrimp come with a steak, five star condo where i lay

[verse 6: tory lanez]
yeah, uh
doo_doo_doo_doo_doo_doo_doo (doo), b_tch, i’m off the roof (the roof)
you don’t think my n_ggas shoot sh_t up? we got the proof (the proof)
say your n_gga true enough, that n_gga not the truth (no)
’cause my n_ggas is gang (gang), and we is not the same (the same)
i pull up in a ‘rari, shoot lil’ shawty out the coupe (brr)
the crib look like a playhouse with the barbies in the room (lil tory)
lil’ b_tch, i’m from the gutter, f_ck your girl and take her food stamps (food stamps)
my n_ggas umbrella, when we pull up, get your crew stamped (crew stamped)
.22 in my boot and i’ve got off_white on the shoelace (shoelace)
lv on the suitcase (suitcase), same sweats, 2 days (2 days)
since i came with “say it”, i’ve been popping out the new wraith
you could check the ‘gram, 4 years, 22 days
b_tch, we come from poverty, my dog’ll slide for me
caught that lob back, do that job for me, we shootin’ properly
my new crib look like monopoly, she suck me sloppily
while i’m out her smoking broccoli, they doing drops for me
grr, lil tory

[verse 7: queezy_the_gangster]
here with the boys, and we ain’t runnin’
i get a bag, and now i’m stuntin’
spend it all, it’s back to bummin’
f_ck with me, the band is comin’
your boys a g, i can be gunnin’
dolce & gabbana, my girl be stunnin’
she sucked my d_ck and now i’m cummin’
back to writin’ i had to do it
curious if i’m still making music
i say, “yeah, girl are you clueless?”
queezy rob you in jail, leave you shoeless
i’ve been told by my own blood that i am useless
get me aggravated and i will go ruthless

- queezy_the_gangster

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