Word Around Town PopOutBoyz (Ft. Pop Smoke)

[Intro: Fleazi Bambino]
Yeah
Hahaha
Pop Out, baby
(DJ Durel)
What's good, Lo?
What's good, Woo? (Hahaha)
Haha

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Fleazi Bambino]
The word around town niggas callin' you a dub (Callin' you a dub, gang, gang)
That you was gonna come around here with your foolishness acting up (Acting up, nigga, you a pussy)
Who put the battery in your bag, and told you was tough? (I don't know, huh? Huh?)
We knew who you was (We knew who you was), but you ain't one of us (Nigga ain't one of us, gang, flow, flow)
I heard you be frontin', cappin' about your jewerly, yeah, I caught the cut (That's cap)
All that designer clothes and your watch ain't real, right? (Man, that shit fake)
Drivin' around, promotin' that you was a felon (What?)
Niggas be cappin', yeah baby, didn't my bitch tell me you was tellin'?

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke & Fleazi Bambino]
We 'bout to get started (Hey), fast like a Rari (Gang)
Perc', you be talkin (Hey)', Iced out my Cartiers (Wait)
We hit the target in traffic, then park it
Shots to his head if he jackin' Team Larkin (Grrt, baow, baow)

[Verse 2: Fleazi Bambino]
We 'bout that action, we not with the talkin' (Nah)
When I come through, they roll out the red carpet (Blatt)
Pull off in the V8, sound like I farted (Brr)
I'm with the dawgs, they growlin' (Grr)
You cannot say "Pop" and forget the "Smoke" (Go)
You cannot say "Pop" and forget the "Out" (Pop Out, baby)
We with the shits, he act like a bitch, keep runnin' his lips, I'ma run in his mouth (Nigga, you punk)
DJ Durel on the beat, cuz' crippin', so Chanel on the feet
Pop told me, "Never worry 'bout these niggas" (No)
'Cause they all jealous of me (That's a fact)
So, huh, it's word around town, niggas ain't showin' you love (At all)
Said he outside, I never seen you in the club (Nigga, where you at?)
On the 'gram cappin', like you a killer and a thug (Like a what?)
With the Woos poppin' out, you can't be one of us, niggas actin' up (Pop out, baby)