POP OUT

I can\'t come to your party, I might go just to hurt ya (Schyeah)
Ridin\' in a new body, all of my hoes are murderers (Schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (Yeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain\'t scratch the surface (Yeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty