Hunxho – Pop Out Lyrics

Pop Out

Hunxho

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"Pop Out." - Hunxho

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 06:18 pm

Album: For Us

Track No: 06

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 shit if you don't go step
I got the switch all on my Glock, fuck **** diss, he get hit with this belt
Shout out my right, but I shoot with my left hand
Shooters, they shootin' 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' ****, get back
Lil' ****, get back, keep movin'
2016, I went Uzi
**** play, I shoot like movie
I'm a hot boy just like Juvie
**** know it's still free Lil Juvie
Stick work, **** get groovy
I'm in the trap like Boobie
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, **** all ran
Pull up, I hit all heads
Pull up, they hit all neck
Pull up, I hit all neck
Push-up, ****, I don't flex
Pussy, her shit all wet
Catch 'em, I'm on all that, on God
I won't call nothin', go hard
And this chopper geeked, Mopar
Who said Xhosen wouldn't go far?
Who said Hunxho don't go hard?
Pull up hangin' 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 talkin' 'bout KIPP
Hoo, got your bitch on me
Ain't no lil' dog 'round where I'm from, bitch, I'm the big homie
Them boys been dissin' me on songs, but ain't got shit on me
They say I'm humble and I pop it, know I shit on 'em
Been goin' up, now when I drop, my shit do big numbers, yeah
No, I won't diss homie, yeah
Why would you diss on me? Yeah
Huh
Like we don't step, ****, check, ****
Flip the car, he wreck, ****
Spinned in Nike Tech, the Dri-FIT so I don't sweat, ****
When it's time for war, I go and spin, I don't text ****
He diss me, I send him high as hell, now he a jet, ****
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, **** all ran
Pull up, I hit all heads
Pull up, they hit all neck
Pull up, I hit all neck
Push-up, ****, I don't flex
Pussy, her shit all wet
Catch 'em, I'm on all that, on God
I won't call nothin', go hard
And this chopper geeked, Mopar
Who said Xhosen wouldn't go far?
Who said Hunxho don't go hard?

Writer(s): Evonte Clardy, Ibrahim Dodo, Kevin Gomringer, Luis Bacque, Ryan Martinez, Tim Gomringer & Traevon Walker.

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