Nardo Wick – Poppin Out

Poppin Out Lyrics
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, nigga, 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)
Nigga 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 shit, call me LeBron, scorin’ through that every time (Yeah)
Love Detroit, but he gon’ bang and that bitch is shootin’ leprechaun
Wicked man, bitch, I’m a don, all my bitches extra fine
And I seen them in the ghetto, why the fuck did you stand out there cryin’?
Gimme kiss and shut it up, girl, you know I fuck with you (You know I fuck with you)
Texas go and set him up, girl, you know I fuck with you (You know I fuck with you)
These niggas be trippin’, they be tweakin’, (Tweakin’, tweakin’)
These niggas ain’t gangsta, I be peepin’ (I be peepin’ bitches)
These niggas is hoes, I be seein’ (I be seein’ that shit)
These niggas 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 nigga’s story
We take a nigga out his glory, boy, you’re my hitter or shorty’s
Best not think this shit a game, like, I reach, I’ma
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Bitch, 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, shit 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
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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

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