Pop Out Again (with Lil Baby and Gunna)

**Pop Out Again**, sometimes known as **Pop Out 2**, is a song by Polo G, featuring Lil Baby and Gunna, that was released on June 7, 2019. The song appeared to be the last single and track of Polo's debut studio album, Die a Legend.

## Description

“Pop Out Again” serves as the official sequel to Polo G’s “Pop Out.” The extended track includes a new verse from Polo and two new guest verses from Lil Baby and Gunna. On the track, the artists warn their opposition of their gang mentality while also boasting about their privileged lifestyles they live.

## Awards and Nominations

**Pop Out Again** has no awards and nominations.

## Lyrics: Polo G, *Lil Baby*, Gunna

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' n\*gga, don't get banged

'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane

She heard I'm a star, now she tryna take her clothes off

Faceshot with this AR, I'm bound to knock a n\*gga nose off

Drowsy off the Act', I'm sippin' lean until I doze off

My homie trappin' like it's laundry day, he drop a load off

Police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off

Used to hustle packs but now I'm richer than my old boss

Almost summertime, I'm finna see how much the Rolls cost

If her friend ain't fuckin', kick her out and make them hoes walk

Runnin' through them hundreds, new blue check, I guess I'm verified

Cappin' off this ecstasy, I'm rollin' like I'm paralyzed

You weren't out there thuggin' with the killers, you was terrified

All my n\*ggas pop out in them trenches, we don't never hide

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' n\*gga, don't get banged

'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane

*None of my hoes got a lot of mileage*

*Keep it G, your style is childish*

*Proud of myself, I finally found it*

*Only keep the guys around me*

*I go extra dressing with this drip, I call it Thousand Island*

*I can make my youngin snatch your necklace for a thousand dollars*

*Soon as we sexin', thousand problems*

*Hoppin' on jets, this money calling*

*I still be thuggin', I'm sorry, mama*

*Pop out, I'm on every corner*

*VVS on every stone*

*This jewelry got my head gone*

*These bankrolls got my head gone*

*These meds got my head gone*

*We been poppin' out since middle school*

*This lifestyle ain't nothing new*

*But we'll get rid of you, yeah*

*We been poppin' out since middle school*

*This shit here ain't nothing new*

*Polo, what you tell 'em, fool?*

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' n\*gga, don't get banged

'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane

And don't gotta explain, 'cause I got plenty stains

I pull up in Ferraris when I hop on the plane

Got diamonds on my Cartis, I see you n\*ggas lame

I'm in Miami Garden with a Richard Mille plain

I'm a seed, you can't put me in a grave

Somebody pray for me 'cause I couldn't have been a slave

Float on the D-U-B's, we had cash back in the day

Now the Rollie say the date, roll around in two-door Wraith

You gotta work hard, just can't make it off of faith

I sold me a lil' hard for a few thousands, I was straight

I been jumped off the porch, learned to hustle for a plate

Now the shrimp come with a steak, five star condo where I lay

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' n\*gga, don't get banged

'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

## Links

* **Genius Page:** https://genius.com/Polo-g-pop-out-again-lyrics

## Trivia

* This is the second version of the original, Pop Out.
* Pop Out Again is considered a single.
* Collaborations:
	+ Lil Baby & Gunna
		- Sold Out Dates
		- Drip Too Hard
		- Sticky
		- Life Goes On
		- and more...
	+ Lil Baby & Polo G
		- Be Something
		- 3 Headed Goat
	+ Polo G & Gunna
		- Waves
* The Official Audio for "Pop Out Again" currently has about 11M views, 197K likes, and the dislikes doesn't show.

1. ↑ https://genius.com/Polo-g-pop-out-again-lyrics