Lil Baby & Nardo Wick – Pop Out Lyrics

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Lil Baby & Nardo Wick

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"Pop Out." - Lil Baby & Nardo Wick

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:20 am

Album: It's Only Me

Track No: 03

Under 30, made the Forbes list
I'm a walking script, record me
This a 30 in a 40
Switch made it hit fast as hell
Bitch told me she pray for me, told her pray for brodie them in the cell
I don't got no stylist, Marni shoes and pants, I'm fresh as hell
Yes, I know what happened
I ain't no rat so I ain't gon' never tell
You can follow, Baby won't lead you wrong, bro, I ain't gon' never fail you
Big was tryin' to show me the right way to go, I was so rebellious
Whatever they doing don't bother me, bro, I'm oh, so careless
You the type of guy that want for "I" for real, you oh, so selfish
I'm the type of guy ready to die for this shit if it's gon' prevail us
I can't slip, look at this shit I built, I know they trying to nail us
Give her two, three thousand off the rip, she say she want her nails done
Cuban links on just because
This shit really from the mud
We handle the business like gentlemen, I can't rock with thugs
Jeff can get ten Ms if he needed it, you know I rock with Thug
All my **** Jack in the Boxes playing, we popping up
Pop up with no switches on, pop up with that shit on
Pop up like my granny, grandma, granny, lot of chains on
I might pop up with yo' bitch, later on I'll send her home
I heard he heard I hit his bitch, so he don't like to hear my songs
She say, "Wick you make me sick", how? And I'm yo' medicine
Ain't gay, don't go that way at all, but I love that **** Benjamin
Chop stick, grah, pow-pow-pow-pow, keep that for the robber men
Foreign fabric, cars, and hoes, I'm the only thing American
I stuffed a million in a duffle, Smurf dollars blue color
Pull up big body, Brabus trucks the new Hummers
Told me I lay the pipe right, I'm her new plumber
It's hard to interact with people, I come from the jungle
We some animals in designer clothes and jewelry
We got the same cars they drove on Fast and Furious
She ask me do I love her, I say, "You can't be serious"
Cold-hearted, touch my chest and you gon' brr
Super fast, I hit the gas, you hear her skrrt
22, 5, Lil Rico got 'em pure
I was standing on the block trying to get a rack to buy a Buick
Now I'm trim
Lamborghini boy, I know you seen that Urus
If I ever run into yo' bitch, yo' love life gon' be ruined
Take a break but ain't gon' never stop, this shit to be continued
From a trap house beating down the doors, to packing out a venue
When they catch 'em they gon' eat 'em up, I put 'em on the menu
Put piranhas on yo' ass
Three, four hunnid on yo' ass
Get the switch, he acting bad
Like yo' mama on yo' ass
My first deal was worth a couple mill'
I still was selling bags
Maggot bitches trying to tackle me, I'm stiff arming they ass
Google said my net worth five mill', I got that shit in cash
Every day my life go up and up, it's hard for me to get mad
I'm established, I might pop out cactus jack on like I'm Travis
They act happy but as soon you turn ya back, they try to stab it
I done manifested this shit
As soon as I see it, I'm going to grab it
I act humble but you can go and check my numbers, I ain't average
I been hearing shit 'bout you old washed up ****, I be laughing
You don't hear nothing 'bout my young **** 'cause they know to put on a mask, yeah
Pop out with a baddie with me
Pop out with Lil Dan 'em with me
Hop out with that cannon on me
He can't come, we banned lil homie

Writer(s): Alexander Monro, Dominique' Jones, Horace Walls III, Movitz Busch, Pippa Yurk & Tyler Maline.

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