Pop Out Lyrics – Hunxho

Read the full Pop Out lyrics by Hunxho along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Hunxho’s music, you can also explore Blank and That Order For Me, two other songs by Hunxho.

[Verse 1]
Stood on that block all by myself, you don’t know me if you don’t know Neph
It’s Big TB, no, you can’t scream this TB s*it if you don’t go step
I got the switch all on my Glock, fu*k n!gga diss, he get hit with this belt
Shout out my right, but I shoot with my left hand
Shooters, they shooting like Stephen
My brother, he worked at the trap, my other brother, he a full-time hitman
Fully on that stick, I dare you to run out like, lil’ n!gga, get back
Lil’ n!gga, get back, keep moving
2016, I went Uzi
N!gga play, I shoot like movie
I’m a hot boy just like Juvie
N!gga know it’s still free Lil Juvie
Stick work, n!gga get groovy
I’m in the trap like Boobie

[Chorus]
Aw, aw yeah
Shootout, I’m a ball player
Shootout, we was all there
Hop out, make ’em all fled
His block, leave it all red
Pop out, n!ggas all ran
Pull up, I hit all heads
Pull up, they hit all neck
Pull up, I hit all neck
Push-up, n!gga, I don’t flex
Pu*sy, her s*it all wet
Catch ’em, I’m on all that, on God
I won’t call nothing, go hard
And this chopper geeked, Mopar
Who said Xhosen wouldn’t go far?
Who said Hunxho don’t go hard?

[Verse 2]
Pull up hanging out the window, trim
I’m one of the ones, I’m him

If you don’t know ’bout me, boy, get hip
If you onside me, he get flipped
He came with vibes
I leave his hat all to the side, he look like Tip
Ayy, Xho, you know you ain’t gotta take these boys to school, I’m talking ’bout KIPP
Hoo, got your b!tch on me
Ain’t no lil’ dog ’round where I’m from, b!tch, I’m the big homie
Them boys been dissing me on songs, but ain’t got s*it on me
They say I’m humble and I pop it, know I s*it on ’em
Been going up, now when I drop, my s*it do big numbers, yeah
No, I won’t diss homie, yeah
Why would you diss on me? Yeah
Huh
Like we don’t step, n!gga, check, n!gga
Flip the car, he wreck, n!gga
Spinned in Nike Tech, the Dri-FIT so I don’t sweat, n!gga
When it’s time for war, I go and spin, I don’t text n!ggas
He diss me, I send him high as hell, now he a jet, n!gga

[Chorus]
Aw, aw yeah
Shootout, I’m a ball player
Shootout, we was all there
Hop out, make ’em all fled
His block, leave it all red
Pop out, n!ggas all ran
Pull up, I hit all heads
Pull up, they hit all neck
Pull up, I hit all neck
Push-up, n!gga, I don’t flex
Pu*sy, her s*it all wet
Catch ’em, I’m on all that, on God
I won’t call nothing, go hard
And this chopper geeked, Mopar
Who said Xhosen wouldn’t go far?
Who said Hunxho don’t go hard?