Pop Out lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
A'ight, before we begin
Baby, you know the rules
No phones, don't talk about sh*t we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this di*k, call me Jeffery Dram'-er
(Dramatic n*gga)
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz)
Um, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mm, hold on one second
Lost friends, yeah (808 Mafia)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DJ Drama]
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I got to make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now (DJ Drama)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
b*tch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (Oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (Oh, oh, YB, have at it, oh)

[Verse: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these b*tches bad with me and they all tens
And they have their way if they want, they f*ck me together
And they know I'll do it, I'll tell 'em, to be careful
They know (Brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my n*gga, we don't f*ck with cops (Yeah)
"He got dropped, pick up your n*gga," what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Act like they not, but I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, b*tch know I ain't perfect, yeah
b*tches ain't deserve it, spend my everyday time workin'
Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
She know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work it and I love her ass, yeah
Can't dirt it, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no Swiffer than that .30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys, I step with 'em and they both fall (Psst)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DJ Drama]
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', said, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
b*tch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Outro: DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grillz)
A'ight listen up
I need everybody to take their cell phones out and put your light on
Light this b*tch up
I want to welcome you all to history in the makin'
Oh, yeah
Y'all n*ggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama
C'mon, ma'
You know I got a family