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Neo - Pop Out! Lyrics



Neo - Pop Out! Lyrics




Huh , hey, hey

Neo so f*cking fantastic
I'm stretching out dope
Yea
Stretching out dope like elastic
My brother with me he clutching on plastic
He up it this shit can tragic

We up the score
We up the score
We up the score
We up the score
We up the score

Boy what you on
If you want smoke
Then we got plenty more
Belly the coat
All on my body cause I am so cold
I call up Meral for fashion
He coming through and we out that shit on
These niggas faker than plastic
I'm just me I could not be a clone

I'm cooking up I shit on these beats
Cannot show love to none of these freaks
I'm taking dubs
They gunning for me
Nigga touch me
He gon d i e
(Sheesh)

Pop out late night
Dressed in all black
Flying cross murdaland
Geek d up crashed out
Then I swore to god
I'd never touch another xan

Shit coming in through the mail
I weigh out them grams on a scale
W-w-walk in this bitch with the rail
Slimy as f*ck like a snail
I talk my shit like chapelle
Don't try me I'll send you to hell

We up the score
We up the score
We up the score
We up the score

(I spilled lean on my )
( F*ck, I spilled lean on my sweater)
(Baby come too me up, make me feel better)
(I'm 4l gang bout them eight letters)

I'm tryna buy me a urus
I'm tryna buy me a
(Huh)
I'm tryna buy me a urus
Just to cut off the top and go vert
In a four door we hit the swerve
Get pulled over that dope in her skirt
Pussy nigga they get in my nerves
Shit ain't sweet nigga f*ck what you heard
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Huh , hey, hey

Neo so f*cking fantastic
I'm stretching out dope
Yea
Stretching out dope like elastic
My brother with me he clutching on plastic
He up it this shit can tragic

We up the score
We up the score
We up the score
We up the score
We up the score

Boy what you on
If you want smoke
Then we got plenty more
Belly the coat
All on my body cause I am so cold
I call up Meral for fashion
He coming through and we out that shit on
These niggas faker than plastic
I'm just me I could not be a clone

I'm cooking up I shit on these beats
Cannot show love to none of these freaks
I'm taking dubs
They gunning for me
Nigga touch me
He gon d i e
(Sheesh)

Pop out late night
Dressed in all black
Flying cross murdaland
Geek d up crashed out
Then I swore to god
I'd never touch another xan

Shit coming in through the mail
I weigh out them grams on a scale
W-w-walk in this bitch with the rail
Slimy as f*ck like a snail
I talk my shit like chapelle
Don't try me I'll send you to hell

We up the score
We up the score
We up the score
We up the score

(I spilled lean on my )
( F*ck, I spilled lean on my sweater)
(Baby come too me up, make me feel better)
(I'm 4l gang bout them eight letters)

I'm tryna buy me a urus
I'm tryna buy me a
(Huh)
I'm tryna buy me a urus
Just to cut off the top and go vert
In a four door we hit the swerve
Get pulled over that dope in her skirt
Pussy nigga they get in my nerves
Shit ain't sweet nigga f*ck what you heard
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Writer: Brenden Stephens
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Length: 1:55
Written by: Brenden Stephens

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