Pop Out TM88 & Pi’erre Bourne

[Intro]
Talkin' bout eighty racks, boy that ain't shit, uh huh (Boy)
Put my city on my back like I'm Miggity Mac (Okay)
Why they criss-cross on me? (Hey)
She wanna taste my flavor, cause that soss on me (Hey)

[Chorus]
Baby give me mental when she on her menstrual
Stackin' papers got info
Pull up in a Benzo (Hey, hey)
Smokin' out the rental (Ooh, hey)
Wanna pop out? (Hey)
Wanna pop out? (Hey)
Wanna pop out? (Hey)
She wanna pop out (Hey)
I wanna pop out (Hey)
She wanna pop out (Hey)
I wanna pop out (Hey)
She wanna pop out (Hey)

[Verse 1]
We on the block now (Hey), Shoutout Ms. Jackie (Hey)
I made it happen, made the hood happy, couldn't imagine (Wait)
I'm on the south side, like Curtis Jackson
Feel like a casting, niggas be acting, when they be rapping
I'm like the Captain (Hey), make her say eye-eye (Hey)
Wanna be Kanye (Hey), but they really CyHi (Hey)
She sending mixed signals, connected like Wi-Fi
Pussy delivery, she wanna stop by