Symba & DJ Drama – Pop Out (ft. 2 Chainz) (Audio, Lyrics)

From the project – Results Take Time, Symba unveils the “Pop Out” track with DJ Drama, featuring 2 Chainz. The piece of music was co-produced by Go Grizzly & Cheeze Beatz.

Symba Results Take Time

The West Coast rap star linked up with collaborators like Roddy Ricch, Pusha T, Kali, Fridayy, Rayven Tyler, Key Glock, and RMR to finalize his album, as well as 2 Chainz on “Pop Out” which has already emerged as a fan favourite.

The fast-paced rack finds both Symba and Tity Boi sharing braggadocious bars like “These n*ggas thought that I was playing / ‘Cuz I been out the way / Million dolla n*gga / I been humble, but today,” and also sampled the infamous “we OUTSIDEEE” meme that generated plenty of internet attention last spring.

Other standouts on the tracklist include previously released singles like “Never End Up Broke Pt. 2” and “GOAT,” as well as “Never Change” featuring Roddy.

Symba & DJ Drama – Pop Out (ft. 2 Chainz) (prod. Go Grizzly & Cheeze Beatz)

Lyrics

[Intro: Symba]
(Cheeze)
(Go Grizz)
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse 1: Symba]
It’s been a few days, I ain’t hit the stage
I been in the cirb on the game (Ayy)
I had to start tellin’ my family no
‘Cause I’m startin’ to notice a change (Facts)
I got too stuck in my ways
By stickin’ to everything that I became
I’m out here runnin’ it up (Run it up)
You niggas runnin’ in place (Boom)
Time to pop out and turn up the city (The city)
From the Bay where them boys get to trippin’
I’m in Oakland with all black and Jimmy (It’s all black)
Used to trap out a Taurus with Kenny (Boom)
Now I’m out here in foreigns with Kenny (Skrr)
Tryna fit seven hoes in a Bentley (Facts)
I ain’t been outside in a minute
I’m back in the city, we ’bout to get litty (For real) feel me

[Interlude]
Oh, you wanna know where I’m at? Ha
We outside

[Chorus: Symba, 2 Chainz]
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some bitches
Just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with a honey bun in fifties (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas thought that I was playin’, ’cause I been out the way (Huh)
I’m a million dollar nigga, I been humble, but today (Not today)
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (Hundred foreign whips)
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some bitches (Yeah, 2 Chainz)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with a .30 and a .40
I’m always ridin’ with a stallion, you with a one trick pony
And, she got them Meg knees, pick up paper like custodian (Huh)
Major necessity is two chains and a Rollie (Tell ’em)
Yeah, I’m on my way now, yeah, nothin’ to say now
Yeah, you ain’t see me ball last night, well, I’m ’bout to shave now
Yeah, I’m own a money tree, Richard is plain
Foreplay for me is her kissin’ my ring
I had to tell her don’t flatter yourself
Won’t even take time to look at your page (Mm)
Toni (Talk my shit, I’m workin’)

[Chorus: Symba]
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (Hundred foreign whips)
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some bitches (Hundred some bitches)
Just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with a honey bun in fifties (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas thought that I was playin’, ’cause I been out the way
I’m a million dollar nigga (Ayy), I been humble, but today
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (Yeah)
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some bitches

[Verse 3: Symba]
Ayy, all of my hoes look the same (Facts)
I got a fetish for women who blacker than me
But they speak-a no English (Ha, haha)
And don’t give a fuck that I’m famous (Ayy)
And rendezvous when we in Vegas (Vegas)
You in the comments of all these bitches I fuck
We on two different pages (Yeah)
This shit never cease to amaze me (Ha, haha)
I got a car that don’t got a key
When I’m parkin’ this bitch, nigga, pardon me
All of these diamonds a part of me
Feel like this money be callin’ me (Brr)
I took your bitch, it’s a robbery
Pussy bring out the dog in me (Hurr)
Hop out the Sprinter, we back in the buildin’
Got too many hoes, brought ’em all with me

[Chorus: Symba]
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (Hundred foreign whips)
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some bitches (Hundred some bitches)
Just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with a honey bun in fifties (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas thought that I was playin’, ’cause I been out the way
I’m a million dollar nigga (Ayy), I been humble, but today
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred foreign whips (Yeah)
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop, pop out with like a hundred some bitches (Ayy)