Pop out, Up - LUCKI

Aye, I just need pressure, little more pressure

Doing what I want, bitch I’m built for that

Aye I just need pressure, little more pressure

Stay chasing sacks, I don’t give a shit

Aye I just need pressure, little more pressure

Doing what I want, bitch I’m built for that

Aye I just need pressure, little more pressure

Still chasing sacks, Ion even follow that

Parking lot pimping, I was too young to get in

They don’t want the old me, they don’t want the old me

It ain’t nothing different, I just hide my sinning

I’m not praying on no knees

Act like he don’t know me

18 with a Rollie until my chest stop

Ain’t had enough I OT, I need 5 more please

Kick her out, he say that bitch she Warren Chestnut

Save that role for BET, won’t nobody sensor me

It’s getting darker, still plottin'

I seen em' across the street, I’m Ms. Parker

I got my Glock tucked, right where my knot tucked

A nigga feeling froggy, left him in the swamp bruh

Thought I’m one of these fashion niggas, designer ass whoopin

I don’t think they get it, I don’t think they get it

I miss gettin' suspended, I miss gettin' skip detention

Loved her all night, and I don’t got limits

Pop out, pop up

Pop out, pop up

As long as facetime

I’m still here for you

LA, Florida, New York, then Georgia

We can’t race time

Gotta kill you boo

Let her kill you boo, let her kill you boo

You call yourself the one, but you know there’s still a few

And that’ll kill ya boo, that’ll kill you boo

You call yourself the one, but you know there’s still a few

I’m on, I’m on fucking ooh

I’m on two more, I’m trying to get to you

Tryna go by through Miami so they can

But she can’t touch it in Miami

Freewave, you know how I’m boming

Yeah pop out, pop up

LA, Florida, Georgia, Georgia