Lyrics Tory Lanez – Pop Out Freestyle (Playboy Mix)
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Intro:
JD On Tha Track
Iceberg want a bag, bitch
Polo G:
And it’s gon’ be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I’m a killer, 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 killers rock with me, lil’ nigga, don’t get banged
‘Cause they’ll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
Tory Lanez:
Yeah, uh
Du-du-du-du-du-du-du (Du), bitch, I’m off the roof (The roof)
You don’t think my niggas shoot shit up? We got the proof (The proof)
Say your nigga true enough, that nigga not the truth (No)
‘Cause my niggas 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’ bitch, I’m from the gutter, fuck your girl and take her food stamps (Food stamps)
My niggas Umbrella, when we pull up, get your 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
Bitch, 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
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 killer, 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 killers…