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6fLdmLESSlAWKnpxlKVWtd | Pop Smoke | Spoiled (feat. Pharrell) | When's the last time you had a real one?
She said, "It's been a while"
Someone that's gon' deal wit' ya
She said, "She got no more"
She said, "She just got her body done and it's still sore"
From head to toe, she's dripped in Christian Dior
See, there ain't no doubt about it, you're spoiled
See, you wanna be rewarded for bein' loyal, bein' loyal
You want me wrapped around your finger
Like a rapper or a singer, nah
See these diamonds in my teeth?
Bitch, I am royal, I am royal
When's the last time you had a real one?
She said, "It's been a while"
Someone that's gon' deal wit' ya
She said, "She got no more"
She said, "She just got her body done and it's still sore"
From head to toe, she's dripped in Christian Dior
See, there ain't no doubt about it, you're spoiled
See, you wanna be rewarded for bein' loyal, bein' loyal
You want me wrapped around your finger
Like a rapper or a singer, nah
See these diamonds in my teeth?
Bitch, I am royal, I am royal
When's the last time you had a real one?
She said, "It's been a while"
Someone that's gon' deal wit' ya
She said, "She got no more"
She said, "She just got her body done and it's still sore"
From head to toe, she's dripped in Christian Dior
| en |
1zPWF5d01v0n4NYIhOqIVz | Pop Smoke | 8-Ball (feat. Kid Cudi) | Ooh (oh)
Ooh (ayy)
Ooh-ooh
That was all profit, robbin', robbin', robbin' (Swizz got me singin', ha)
'Cause I never used to have nothin' (nothin'), nothin' (ooh), nothin' (ooh)
Stay ten toes, ten toes (oh), ten toes (oh), ten toes (ten)
Never used to have mine, it was all profit (oh)
8-Ball, corner pocket (oh)
Mama told me, "Keep your head above water, keep your head above water
Never take your first offer, it's gon' come around again
Ooh, always keep yourself in order, order, before somebody put you in order"
8-Ball, corner pocket
(Yeah) know the devil tellin' lies, he's there when I sleep, mm (mm-mm)
Say you can't rewind in this life, but is it me? Oh, Lord (mm-mm)
In my mind, simply saucin', I see, so sweet
And no, I couldn't make it runnin', life is too hard (mm-mm)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) carryin' on, look at us singin' this song
Wonder what bleeds in the dark, and we ain't built to handle it all
Answer the call, are you hearin' me? Come and get involved, baby doll
Live a fast life, can't blame me
Ice blowin' and I know I'm toe-to-toe in the fight
Dancin' with the devil, pray I make it alright (mm-mm, mm-mm)
I don't know why, just a nigga livin' wild (ooh-ooh)
8-Ball, corner pocket
That was all profit, robbin', robbin', robbin'
'Cause I never used to have nothin' (nothin'), nothin' (ooh), nothin' (ooh)
Stay ten toes, ten toes (oh), ten toes (oh), ten toes (ten)
Never used to have mine, that was all profit (oh)
8-Ball, corner pocket (oh)
| en |
3Ps8LanPn6bbrm6QyxMn94 | Pop Smoke | Back Door (feat. Quavo & Kodak Black) | My mama tell, mmm
Mmm, mmm, huh?
My mama tell me: "Be careful, better stay out them projects (projects)
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin' (watchin')
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition (listen)
Cops askin' me these questions, I don't know nothin'
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor
My mama tell me: "Be careful, better stay out them projects (projects)
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin' (watchin')
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"
Stay down out on the Nawf, stay down
Too much money, don't know what it's 'bout (uh-huh)
We was the first ones out (out) the hood
We brought that shit back to the house (house), it look good
Inside the mud, inside the rain, no more pain
I had the hundred round drawn, just for shit that look strange
I had to kick through some doors just ice out the chain
We had to fuck a few hoes, since they claimin' they gang
Jumped out to pull chains, doubled back and they came
Huncho hustle mentality, just like Kobe with rings (mamba)
I don't wanna mentions names, but some can't even hang
One thing I learned about this game that
It's gonna show if you lame (show if you lame)
Huncho and Pop Smoke, yeah, we turnin' the page
I don't know, but it feel like we go back in the day (back in the day)
I put food on the table, niggas won't touch my plate
Momma let me go outside, but I ain't out here tryna play
My mama tell me: "Be careful, better stay out them projects (projects)
Better watch for them haters,
You never know who be watchin' (watchin')
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition (listen)
Cops askin' me these questions, I don't know nothin'
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor
My mama tell me: "Be careful, better stay out them projects (projects)
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin' (watchin')
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"
I might be goin' numb, I ain't show love, then it died within
My mind on so much drugs I think my sliders tryna slide on me
I bet none these rappers got more war stories than he do
Every night I pray that my lil' soldiers keep it zeeko
I just wanna make a lot of money for my people
I just caught a case, but I thank God it ain't a RICO
Can't stay out the hood, I'm like a magnet to the projects
Every time I do good, Lord, all the bad shit be followin'
I don't know who be hatin', 'cause they still shakin' hands
I don't know who be fakin', 'cause they still shakin' hands
I know everybody smilin' in my face ain't really my friends
I know niggas be hollerin' like they gang, but really gon' bend
Bussin' at the opps, and I'm duckin' from the cops
'Cause I'm still cluchin' Glocks for momma
I'm bussin' at the opps, 'cause every time I try to stop
They be playin' with my top, momma
My mama tell me: "Be careful, better stay out them projects (projects)
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin' (watchin')
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition (listen)
Cops askin' me these questions, I don't know nothin'
Hit that nigga up, get through the backdoor
My mama tell me: "Be careful, better stay out them projects (projects)
Better watch for them haters
You never know who be watchin' (watchin')
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talkin'
And if you up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah"
| en |
4Zdwjx7WiaB0YUNraGEfTR | Pop Smoke | Merci Beaucoup | Woo (haha)
Wait
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry (bah)
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry, huh, wait (bah, woo)
Hahaha (hahaha)
Yeah, hol' on
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry (baow)
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry
Look, I said, "Don't get it twisted
Just 'cause I smile a lot, that don't mean I'm with the foolery" (bah)
When I walk in my school
All the staff "Woo" at me, I'm like, "You used to tutor me" (what?)
I stay in the cut like a Band-Aid (cut)
And that's where my shooters be (bah)
Run down, gun tucked, tool on me, tool on me (grrrt, woo)
Rah Swish, Pop Smoke (Pop Smoke), they do not know what you started
I pop a Perc', go retarded, then mack up the 'Rari
Then fuck in my grandma' department
I'm rockin' Louis V, Louis V (Louis V) 'cause I ain't too pressed with Dior
No telling, but I'm the Messiah, now I'm the creator
I got the drip in my pools
I can not never, I could never kiss a whore
Fuck her life up, then go up on tour, huh
She know we up on the board
I got the four-five tucked in my drawers
They like, "What's on your ring?" eleven Carats
That come with a bad bitch and a mansion and she from Paris
Merci beaucoup (merci beaucoup), I don't got nothin' to prove (nah)
It's either you win or you lose, it's either you win or you lose
And I'on't really care what your gang claim
All I know is my niggas is woo
Saucin', hol' on, woos, huh, I shoot a nigga out the coupe
Wait (woo, woo)
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry, wait (woo, woo)
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry
♪
Cash
♪
Wait
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry, wait (woo, woo)
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry
Be in control of your own shit, of your own creations
Know what I'm sayin'? Like be a creator (wait)
Like, I feel, like, when you create your shit
When you know what you want, know what I mean? (Wait)
Don't let nobody get in between you and your creation
If you want somethin', it gotta be that (wait)
Make it 'cause you know it
Nobody can't tell you, know what I'm sayin'? (wait)
I wasn't thinkin' about the masses yet
I'm thinkin' 'bout my hood (wait)
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm like, "Nah, I got to drop another one for the hood"
As long as you ain't on no sucker shit, you'll be a'ight (wait)
You good, real niggas gonna vibe with real niggas
Know what I'm sayin'? You ain't woo, you ain't winnin' in this shit
| en |
6fxcVgWOjLLdjIucAzlS1u | Pop Smoke | Questions | Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(This is a Melo beat)
I was chillin' in my S five-six (five-six)
You was chillin' in your 7-45 (fourty-five, five, five)
And the sun smiled on your face and it caught my eye (my eye)
You get what you want (what you want)
You get what you like (what you like)
I got a question for you baby
Can you be mine? (can you be mine, can you be mine, ay, ay)
Baby let's catch this flight (this flight)
Let's roll up, get high (get high)
Let's shop and get fly (fly, go)
You get what you want (what you want)
You get what you like (yeah, yeah)
I got a question for you baby, can you be mine? (yeah, yeah, no)
If I was still up on my ass would you give me a last four? (last four)
If I was on the ground would you help me off the floor? (help me off)
If I ain't smell so good, would you still hug me?
If I ain't had no money, would you still love me? (yeah, yeah)
Look, if I got locked up today
Would you write me mail? (write me mail)
If I got locked up today would you have my back? (have my back)
Tell me something that you wanna know (wanna know)
I had a dream that
These niggas was fuckin' with me, then I woke up (yeah, I woke up)
Now they see my face, it's on the posters (posters)
I keep a toaster, so don't get toast up, pussy (toast up pussy)
Look, look, I'm charging 10k for a show, baby toast up
And you know I love to keep you closer (closer)
Don't say it (yeah, yeah), and closer (yeah, yeah)
I was chillin' in my S five-fifty (five-fifty)
You was chillin' in your 7-45 (fourty-five, five, five)
And the sun smiled on your face and it caught my eye (my eye)
You get what you want (what you want)
You get what you like (what you like)
I got a question for you baby, can you be mine? (be mine)
Baby let's catch this flight (this flight)
Let's roll up, get high (get high)
Let's shop and get fly (fly, oh, oh no)
You get what you want (what you want)
You get what you like (yeah, yeah)
I got a question for you baby
Can you be mine? (uh, uh, can you be mine, ay, ay)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
| en |
7geOVVTDhTITXhgs5VpV5l | Pop Smoke | Run Down (feat. OnPointLikeOP & G Herbo) | That boy comin' live, ah?
Look, bah, grrt, woo
(Shh) Yeah, woo
(Shh) look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin'
Tell 'em niggas, "Stop it" (yeah, look)
Woo back, baby, run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (woo)
Huh, everything is updated (look) (grrrt)
Soon as folk see my man's, so I'm droppin' the rakes
I ain't gon' stop until a body drop
And I can't wait to see that day (woo)
In my Ruth's Chris from Chick-fil-A
And a 50-cent cake (woo)
Now it's Mastro's for the steak (Mastro's for the steak)
Yeah, I grew up in the hood (hood), so please don't judge me by my ways
Hands down, look, if I see an opp, it's a man down (bah)
Hold on (hold on), wait (wait), I ain't never need a handout, yeah
They know my body, when the Woos in the spot, all the opps ran out (woah)
Look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin', tell 'em niggas, "Stop it" (yeah, look)
Woo back, baby, run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (woo)
Everything is updated (grrrt)
A thousand ways to get paid (you know), 1090 be exact (ha)
And I'm so stuck in my ways (ways), that my bros steady movin' tact (brrrt, bop)
Hold on, hold on, uppin' the rake, you get rolled on (what?)
So many opps, so many shots, I don't know who we gon' roll on (what?)
Slide through, servin' these niggas like drive-throughs (bop, bop-bop)
Red flag on, bangin' on niggas, yeah, I'm feelin' like Ryu (suu-whoop)
Try who? Pussy niggas gon' try who? (What?)
Ran through a hunnid, nigga been a hunnid (look)
Call up the Woos, they gon' slide through (woo)
Talkin', tell 'em, niggas, stop it (yeah, look)
Woo back, baby (woo), run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (woo)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (bah)
Huh, everything is updated (grrt)
Ayy, ayy, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, EBK
Move over, now it's gang in the place
You can't ID, all he saw was flames in his face
And the IG gettin' opps carried away
Now the graveyard's runnin' out of space, ayy (ayy)
.45 like Amazon Prime, put a nigga in the air in a day (ayy, ayy)
I'm in that Rolls Cullinan
Touch right there in the doors comin' in
Smokin' Za', we got O's bomin' in
Foenem always got hoes comin' in (whew)
Chain make 'em say, "Woo" like Pop Smoke
And I fuck with the Woo, R.I.P. Pop Smoke
OP from the Floss, my vato, G Herbo (look)
Talkin', tell 'em, niggas, stop it (yeah, look)
Woo back, baby, run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (bah)
Hah, everything is updated (brrt)
Look, woo back, baby, run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah)
I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (bah)
Hah, everything is updated (brrt)
| en |
4qfhecxbALf3sB1HmB68yq | Pop Smoke | Money Man (feat. Killa) | Do the money dance (grr, bow)
Nah, pow (woo, woo, woo)
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
I pull up in a brand new Benz
Benjamin's is my only friends
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
I pull up in a brand new Benz
Benjamin's is my only friends
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
Yeah, yeah (woo), yeah, yeah (woo), yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah (grrt), yeah, yeah (skrrt), yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
I pop a Perc', go retarded, we shoot up the party, then change the artilleries
I'm a double G, I'm from the 9, that's why your homegirl be feelin' me
See this rappin' shit? It's new to me (bow, nah)
But the street shit ain't new to me (woo)
Runnin' the streets like a true MC (woo)
When you see me, better Woo to me (grrt)
Even my teachers woo to me
And that bitch who used to tutor me
Walk in the streets with a tool on me (woo)
'Cause I ain't with the foolery (grrt, bow)
Say she like how I walk, hop in the car, then I put it in sport
Step on the court, twing-twing, step back,
Alhamdulillah
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
I pull up in a brand new Benz
Benjamin's is my only friends
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
I pull up in a brand new Benz
Benjamin's is my only friends
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
Money man, money man
Money man do the money dance
Yeah, yeah (woo), yeah, yeah (woo), yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah (grrt), yeah, yeah (skrrt), yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
| en |
07G3EKJrILPuDTNPulzSF7 | Pop Smoke | Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI) | Grrt, bah, bah, bah
Free the fuckin' members, nigga
RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz, all o' them, nigga
Don't fuck around, nigga
♪
Woo, woo, grrah, grrah
Big 09-2, look, woo
Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrrr, pow)
Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct
I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brr)
Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend
Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)
Brady, ha-hah, look, gang
It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else (woo)
'Cause that'd be an extra witness
Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest (grrt-bah)
No, this ain't Planet Fitness
I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo)
And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)
And she drive the boat (drive), dick in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it)
Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts), can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)
Bitch, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah)
Tell 'em get back (woo)
He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)
He ain't make it back (uh)
I call up Shank you know he move, attack (woo, burner)
Totin' on a strap (woo)
Who these niggas dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow)
Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)
Ha-ha-hah, yo, Pop, what the fuck is crackin' my nigga? I see you
Hold on, ha-ha-ha-hah, goin' crazy here (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hold on, woo (yeah, yeah)
Look, I'm like, "Who that nigga?" (Who that nigga?)
Talkin' 'bout "What's stackin', what the fuck is up?"
Huh? He ain't one of us
You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah
I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (huh) (brrt, brrt)
We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that, nigga)
I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give an' go (woo)
Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)
He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt)
.38 punchin' like Kimbo (grrt, pow, pow, pow)
When you talkin' to me, bitch, remember I'm a giant (giant)
I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, huh
A hater, stealer and a liar (facts)
But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr)
Now they see me on a flyer (brr, brr)
They like, "Papi on fire" (fire)
I really just bought the new LaFerrari
RD like, "Send me the wire" (woo, woo)
Yeah (skrrt), yeah (grrt, baow), yeah (ha-ha, woo) (woh)
Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brr, nah, pow)
Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct
Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)
Switch the VIN on the Stoley
Same nigga to the grave
Gotta watch them, Mille topless
Got the white like Milonakis
I'm in traffic, say, "What's rockin'?"
You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready
Try to shake a wave off a BO, huh
Shorty, shaped like she Creole
It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO
I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole
I'm back uptown with the papis
More white than a Nazi
Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?)
No time for no limelight
And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night
Fuck them niggas on the other side
Only friend I got, he a dead guy
If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)
Niggas they act like they know me, huh
Two fours on 'em like Kobe
Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh
Yeah, Trav' always tweakin'
I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense
I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy
Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty
Foreign bitches givin' minds in a Bentley
Been trappin' all day, man I just hit a ten-piece
Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty (woh)
Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (brr, pow)
Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)
| en |
1Bs4kZgtguPmsRyau5hkxr | Pop Smoke | Rumble (feat. Tayy Floss) | Grrrt (woo)
Woo, woo
♪
092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)
I make a call, and it's war, huh?
It's 09s to the Cloccs, man
Run up, get done up, nigga, spin the block, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga
What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)
We really do this, nigga, what's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK
(All I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta shit I put it to test)
Step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)
Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)
All that talk, but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)
Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)
Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)
Talkin' for what, but you ain't been the first (grrt)
Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (puddle, bah, bah)
Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt
Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect, nigga lit
I just stick to the breesh, lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant
Friday, I'm hittin' shit, where I'm parkin' my V's like this
Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)
Tell the DA, "I ain't writin' no statements" (writin' no statements)
Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)
Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment
Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts
Balmains keep a Nina attached
Big body where I'm packin' my MAC
Big 092 but I stay with a MAC
Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit
Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit
Come to my block, we keep two grips
Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips
Niggas talk, for what? (Grrrt)
They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?
Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?
Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots
Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (bah, bah)
Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (bah, bah)
I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrrt)
Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust
You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up (bah, bah, bah)
Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move
When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream, "Woo"
All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food
Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds
Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)
Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)
Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)
Posted up on that block, for that package
Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (bah, bah)
Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)
Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic
Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)
Ain't no average
09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action
And we packin', sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)
Know my nigga savage
Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breesh)
Folk treesh from the floss, so they average
Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)
Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)
Man these niggas sick
Would they ask for the sauce
If you ain't post the pic of your latest shits, can't get the drip
Niggas came for the sauce
That'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)
100 doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut
Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)
Told my niggas, "Ain't no lettin' up" (nah)
One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)
Niggas talk, for what? (Bah, bah, bah)
They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?
Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?
Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots
Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up
Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man
Nigga, we out here, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga?
Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)
Posted up on the block every day, nigga
Spin the block, nigga
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0kjIeKhqH933ppKUK6gOCE | Pop Smoke | Don't Know Em (feat. Rah Swish) | Man, I'm fuckin' gone nigga
Yo Rah, we outta here nigga, it is
I can barely walk nigga
I be down the stairs 'cause, this shit crazy bro
Like, yo, bro
Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is this nigga walkin' out here?
Yo Rah, yo, let me see that shit nigga
Fuck is wrong with this nigga?
I'm like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these niggas?)
I don't know 'em (I don't know 'em)
Rockstar, up and raisin', boy start throwin' (throwin')
Bullets blazin' (blazin')
Boy, tuck and rollin' (rollin', rollin')
What's your name? (What's your name?)
Where you goin'? (Where you goin'? Look, shots)
Bodies droppin', I'ma pop 'em if I spot 'em (brrt, bah)
I think I shot him, hope I got him in his noggin, look (brrt, bah)
Pussy, don't play with your background (what?)
Take it off safety, then back down (grrt)
All these niggas drunk so they act wild (huh?)
I gotta clear out a packed crowd
Oh, you thought I was slippin'? (Ha, you thought wrong)
Because I was sippin'? (Off the 'Tron)
This Glock that I'm holdin', it won't leave a witness
Nigga you trippin' (grrt, baow)
See, over here? (Over here)
You don't got no business (you don't got no business)
You wanna be sneaky (haha)
Now look what that get you? (Look)
Paramedics, pick him up
But how the fuck they get the addy? (Wait)
I think it's all 'cause of this opp's bitch (for real?)
I had with me boolin' in Cali' (look)
But fuck it, I'm here and a stick with me (brrt)
My location off, how they get to me? (Brrt)
Got a .30 with me, he could hit for free (bah)
Put bullet holes in his Givenchy tee (look)
Wait, say your grace
You watch your mouth
You watch your place
You can't be mad when I up it to your face
I wonder what woulda happened if I missed you?
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07I8u9BeifIfbH6Zv1YsxR | Pop Smoke | Double It (feat. Fetty Luciano) | (This is a Melo beat)
Hmm-mm-mm-mm, oh
I get it, then- (you niggas already know the vibe)
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it, then flip it, then double it (hmm-mm-mm-mm)
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it
It's big Papi Locsta
Big racks only, when niggas step on the scene
Ain't nobody told ya?
Off the bracelet so I'm back to wildin' in these streets
Mr. Spin-in-Rovers
Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hopin' out the V's
Mr. Run-You-Over
On ASAP, I up it ASAP and took yo' bih
I'm a trappin' fanatic (trappin' fanatic)
I walk in the spot like I want it all
Amiri jeans for the denim, hundred clip, he get him
Don't call it, who wanna ball?
Double G for the swag, you can check the tag
Flossy nigga droppin' G's
Big Benty for the V's, double G the T
Benjis bussin' out the jeans
I get it, then flip it, then double it
Big slips, we gon' walk 'em in
I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached
535, I got treesh in the back
Say that's your mans, he is a rat
Can't fuck with these niggas, niggas is whack
Come to your block, give him a smack
Pull up TD, leave where he's at
Shorty
40 (40)
Yeah, I've been wildin' since 14
Shootin' like Korver
Finesse like Corey, spin it, I'm on 'em, spinnin', we shootin' down Hawthorne
He be on my tail, like peanut butter
Windows is tinted, can't see nothin' (can't see shit)
I'm strapped with a laser if he want it (uhh-huh)
Put a bullet in your head and your femur (gang, gang, gang)
Drillin' shit now (drill)
Grippin' them shells, hope these niggas don't tell (sshh)
'Cause I am not seein' no cell (no cell)
'Cause Pop Smoke got my bail (he do)
I get it, then flip it, then double it
9 to the Floss when we comin' in (9 to the Floss)
We where them hunnids at
No, we ain't run with it
9 to his Bloods, now he tumblin' (baow, baow)
Put that lil' bitch on the shelf (on the shelf)
LV on my belt (we done)
Drippin' designer myself (I do)
I am not needin' no help (I don't)
Saucin' (saucin')
I'm on the molly, I'm nauseous (molly)
Don't play with the gang, precaution (gang)
Where's my mind? I lost it (I lost it)
Woo, saucin' (saucin')
Spin on these niggas regardless (gang)
Hop out and aim for the target (baow)
I used to play up in Target (in Sweden)
Woo (woo woo)
I used to trap out the garbage (the garbage)
I used to trap in the darkness (the darkness)
It's a Wraith, not a Charger (skrrt)
It's a Wraith, not a Charger (gang)
I get it, then flip it, then double it (double it)
Big slips, we gon' walk 'em in (big slips)
I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached (skrrt)
535, I got treesh in the back
Say that's your mans, he is a rat
Can't fuck with these niggas, niggas is whack
Come to your block, give him a smack
Pull up TD, leave where he's at
Shorty
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3QPZqYIzgEXbVouiHpu7wR | Pop Smoke | Mr. Jones (feat. Anuel AA) | Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Yeah
See, we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung
She came out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt"
She just put up with mad work, yeah
You worried 'bout the wrong thing
That's bad work, it's 'bout the cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour
Break it down in the back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can't put me first, that's backwards
See, we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung (Los illuminati', ¿ah?)
I got a stick (I got a stick), one hundred rounds (one hundred rounds)
King of Miami shit (brr), we shut it down (we shut it down)
One billion streams (jaja), no bundles, no bundles (no bundles, no bundles)
I spent seven mill' (seven mill'), 'cause I wanted a condo ('cause I wanted a condo), ey
My white girl a snorter, yeah (jaja), you know them caucasians (you know them caucasians), ey
Bugatti pre-order, yeah (vrroom), that shit look amazing (that shit look amazing)
My bitch at the border, yeah (yeah), a stallion like Megan (yeah, yeah)
You know me, I got body (¡brr!), he got me mistaken (¡jaja!), ¡brrr! (¡brr!)
'Toy adicto a gastar dinero con cojone', también 'toy adicto haciendo millone'
'Toy saliendo 'e Booby Trap con cuatro palo' con tambore' (brr)
El sistema del R adentro del AK haciendo fusione' (¿ah?)
Y los illuminati' me escogieron a mí, no a ti, cabrón, no te encojone' (illuminati')
Un millón y medio en el reloj, mámame el bicho y también la muñeca (medio millón)
La cubana tiene el culo bien apreta'o como kilo puro de manteca (la cubana)
Yo la monto en el Lambo y sin decirle un carajo se saca las teta' (se saca las teta')
Y solo come bicho, tiene una estricta dieta, brr (¡jaja!), ¿ah?
It's Saturday night (ey), McGregor gotta fight, ey (gotta fight)
I'm gonna be ring-side sitting next to Dana White, ey (UFC)
And you got a few milli', yeah (yeah), but so do I (so do I)
If any 'em don't want to die (¡jaja!)
Pussy nigga, take a flight (take a flight), brr
Ella e' una diabla, en el putero le dicen "Annabelle" (le dicen "Annabelle")
Le gusta que yo se la eche en la cara
Toditas quieren chingar con Anuel (chingar con Anuel)
Mano, en verdad que yo nunca lloré
Y la isla entera la vamo' a correr (Nosotro' mandamo' en la isla), ey
Mucho dinero y poder, ¿será por el pacto con Lucifer? (Amén), ey, ¡brr! (¡Ey!)
See, we in Miami (we in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (we just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough" (jajaja)
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck (brr)
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" (Five hundred)
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us (ey)
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy (some pussy)
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung
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3uEJ0Z1lXBRqN5DbMAI69m | Pop Smoke | Bad Boys (feat. Obasi Jackson) | Ah, rr, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo
Grrt, bah, lemme see some
When the goin' gets tough,
The tough gets goin' (The tough gets goin', yeah)
Opps in the streets,
Get shot by police, I'm tellin' a dead man's story (Ooh)
So much trouble out there,
The way that they playin' not fair (Fair, yeah)
We're doin' what it takes just to survive (To survive)
Bad boys (Bad boy, bad boys, bad boys)
Bad boys (Bad boys, I'm a bad boy, bad boy, I'm a bad boy)
Look, this Glock up on me holds six-O ('O)
Have 'em dancin' like Calypso ('So)
I'm a big belly rude boy
My stomach look like a hippo ('Po)
Tell the bottle girls, "Shake it" (Shake it)
Bring the bottles of Bel Air (Bеl Air)
Oh, we can't smoke in the spot (Nah)
Stop all that gas in thе air (Stop all that gas in the air)
Nigga, I'm from the Floss where we get the money (Ah)
That's on gang, I don't care what you do (Nah)
Get to the breesh, takin' your malls
Where I'm from you gotta stack like a Jew
I'm the big foo', I got guns in the coupe
Talk out your ming, you get robbed for your jewels
Not, you not gang, I'm big 092
When you walk in the spot, nigga, you better woo (Woo)
When the goin' gets tough,
The tough gets goin' (The tough gets goin', yeah)
Opps in the streets,
Get shot by police, I'm tellin' a dead man's story (Ooh)
So much trouble out there,
The way that they playin' not fair (Fair, yeah)
We're doin' what it takes just to survive (To survive)
Bad boys (Bad boy, bad boys, bad boys)
Bad boys (Bad boys, I'm a bad boy, bad boy, I'm a bad boy)
Not for the politickin' or discussion', brodie gon' rush 'em
Send shots to his chest, now his chest got buttons
You said it's my problem, my nigga, start dumpin'
Tryna live righteous
We done came up, now niggas don't like us
Shake up the room
I ride for my brother, man got the heart of a lion
The streets never loved nobody
Ain't lookin' too good but it's hot like the tropics
They shoot you for dead
Look at the coroner, count all the bodies
Yes, we're fightin' to survive
We ain't fuckin' with you
When the goin' gets tough,
The tough gets goin' (The tough gets goin', yeah)
Opps in the streets,
Get shot by police, I'm tellin' a dead man's story (Ooh)
So much trouble out there,
The way that they playin' not fair (Fair, yeah)
We're doin' what it takes just to survive (To survive)
Bad boys (Bad boy, bad boys, bad boys)
Bad boys (Bad boys, I'm a bad boy, bad boy, I'm a bad boy)
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13bjzSvnVIpsOcmiU8EfKp | Pop Smoke | Dior | (Traphouse Mob)
Huh, roll another one
♪
Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (aw, shit), huh?
Oh, you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man)
Let me see somethin'
Shake it, shake it, shake it
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
When I walk in the spot, 30 on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I'm paid
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit
I can't fuck with these niggas 'cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin' dick
All in my comments and screamin' my name
While I'm in the club, throwin' them 100s, and 50s, and ones, and ones
Pop Smoke, they know I'm wildin'
If I'm on the island, I'm snatchin' the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail (woo)
Until he free, I'm raisin' hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin' state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don't come out your mouth, you know I'm like that
I'll make a movie like TNT (baow)
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin' in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections (uh-huh)
All the bad bitches in my direction (uh)
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
♪
(Traphouse Mob)
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3O7rBns1WnpXueDRcI5TgI | Skepta | Lane Switcha (feat. A$AP Rocky, Juicy J & Project Pat) | I'm a lane switcher, big tank, drank filler
Real killer, die for my gang member
Gun driller, dope man, dope dealer
Gorilla, bang, bang, lane switcher
Foot on the gas, yeah, I'm lane switchin' (rrr)
I cannot show them where I'm at, cah they stay snitchin' (snitchin')
I give my killy the greenlight, yeah, Al-Quada killings (baow-baow)
I take the corner, window down, you see the chain swingin' (icy)
Speed demon, and we ain't watchin' police, nah
Before they see me, I seen them (wooh)
You hear my dogs barkin' hungry, so you know I gotta feed 'em
I told my girl, "Hold on to your weave", I'm in the whip bobbin' and weavin' (sex)
Foot to the floor, you see me speedin' (uh)
I do the drop, and I'm leavin'
Four-hundred thousand on the jet (jet)
Two-hundred thousand on the left (on my left)
Richard Millie on my wrist (wrist, wrist)
And this ice full of baguette (look)
It's me, Rocky, and Skep (Skep)
Niggas better put respect (better put respect)
On my name, nigga reach for my chain, let it bang
And I'm in the foreign, switchin' lanes
And I'm with the gang-gang, gang-gang, with the gang
And the gas straight, talkin' tank (yeah)
And my bulldog put in pain (rrr)
I got the Lamborghini 'cause the Wraith was borin'
Pull up, and I'm scorin' (oh-ooh, oh)
I'm a lane switcher, big tank, drank filler
Real killer, die for my gang member
Gun driller, dope man, dope dealer
Gorilla, bang, bang, lane switcher
Ayy, low man in the buildin'
Hit the gas on this V12, it's soundin' like a gorilla (rrr)
Drinkin' like I hate my liver
Smokin' these niggas like Swishers (ayy)
They hated on me, I got bigger
Bigger and bigger and bigger
Most of these niggas don't stay in they lane
They switchin', they switchin', they switchin'
I'm just a product of Memphis
Run up a stack and I flip it (uh)
She wanna get with this pimpin', but it ain't that simple
The swerve is so perfect, superb (yeah)
I nearly hit the curb when I bust that U-turn (bust that)
I pull up, two skid marks when I park, like "Yes, sir"
You hear that- from my car
Unhook her bra, one hand up her... (skrrt)
'Cause me and the Woo was kickin' it (yeah)
Bringin' the brew, let's reminisce (yeah)
We in the groove, let's get in it (uh)
We in the groove, we in the groove
She wanna move with a gentleman
Know I'm a gremlin, fuck with lil' Jodye, he genuine
Call up Skep when I'm in the ends (uh)
We on the news, we on the loose
I know you sick of the sicker (ayy)
When you see the big picture (ayy)
That nigga put your sister in a twister (ayy)
Lane switcher, paint dripper (what else?), drank sipper (ayy)
Cap peeler (cap), blaow, make you black flipper (ayy)
I'm a lane switcher, big tank, drank filler
Real killer, die for my gang member
Gun driller, dope man, dope dealer
Gorilla, bang, bang, lane switcher
Whole gang gorilla
Whole gang, none realer
Die for my gang member
Bang, bang, lane switcher
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17vGPZ5EsdvtgAOCD4FLWI | Pop Smoke | AP - Music from the film Boogie | AP (Rico's going crazy again)
AP, yeah (ah? Haha)
Ayy, turn it up a little (This is a Melo beat)
♪
Look
AP (AP), spicy (spicy)
I bust a check in my Nikes
Am I a killer? Might be (might be)
Two tone, icy (icy)
AP (AP), spicy (spicy)
I bust a check in my Nikes
Am I a killer? Might be (might be)
Two tone, icy (icy)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice), or don't talk at all (don't talk at all)
I make a call and it's war (I make a call)
I'm off that Adderall (I'm off that Adderall)
Talk to me nice (talk to me nice), or don't talk at all (don't talk at all)
I make a call and it's war (I make a call)
I'm off that Adderall (off that Adderall)
Get to sprayin' niggas 'cause I hate niggas
Fuck niggas, I ain't playing with them
I don't really wanna hear niggas
I don't got nothing to say, nigga
I'm with bae eatin' steak dinner
Just know he got a K with him
And my little mama got it in her purse
All I gotta say is, "Bae get 'em"
If I run down, it's a drum round (brrt)
All you gonna hear is gun sounds
Niggas know I bring them guns out
I make it hot when it's sundown, uh
Fever, shawty wanna act like a diva (diva)
Shawty wanna suck on my Nina (Nina)
I leave that shit wet, Aquafina (Aquafina)
AP, spicy (spicy)
I bust a check in my Nikes
Am I a killer? Might be (might be)
Two tone, icy (icy)
AP (AP), spicy (spicy)
I bust a check in my Nikes
Am I a killer? Might be (might be)
Two tone, icy (icy)
Talk to me nice, or don't talk at all
I make a call and it's war
I'm off that Adderall
Talk to me nice, or don't talk at all
I make a call and it's war
I'm off that Adderall
Look, I got 52 shots in this Glock
With an infrared up on an opp if he let off
Trey Suvy hold a chop'
Yellow tape where they pop, knock his head off
Load up the chop', it go dumb
Niggas see me and they run
Silencer up on the gun
Niggas'll shoot you for none
Trey Suvy, boy playin' with the toolie
I bet he'd make a movie, woo, woo
Pop dripped up in Louis
Couple hunnid and some jewelry
Spent 55 on her booty
Touch her ass then niggas shootin'
AP, spicy
I bust a check in my Nikes
Am I a killer? Might be
Two tone, icy
AP, spicy
I bust a check in my Nikes
Am I a killer? Might be
Two tone, icy
Talk to me nice, or don't talk at all (huh?)
I make a call and it's war
I'm off that Adderall
Talk to me nice, or don't talk at all (huh?)
I make a call and it's war
I'm off that Adderall
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07IqDUGyRrOcVUo51nhj4F | Pop Smoke | Iced Out Audemars (feat. Lil Wayne) - Remix | Rico's going crazy again
Woo
Iced out Audemars (Audemars)
I got 40 thousand
I'm up in all the stores, wait
Hahaha, hahaha
Look
Oh, you feelin' sturdy?
Look, we 'bout to get sturdy now (baow)
We 'bout to get sturdy now (look, shake it)
Iced out Audemars (Audemars)
Got like 40 more (40 more)
Walked in with 40 thousand (40 thousand)
I'm up in all the stores (all the stores)
Bad b- from Baltimore (Baltimore)
And she love Dior (Dior)
She throw a hunnid clip (clip)
When it rains, it pours (rains it pours)
Shawty light and sexy (sexy)
She like givin' becky
Sexy like she drivin' Lexus (woo)
Bad b- gon' smack the reverend (reverend)
Spin your block like Tetris (Tetris)
Longhorn, Texas
I can't f- no fat b- never (nah)
I'm young and reckless
I said I'm shootin' proper
I make 'em Cha Cha
I'ma rocker, I'll boom your casa
Then do the Cucaracha
I order steak with lobster
After I smoke my purple
Southside, Nobu know I'm global
I'm on a different timin'
My VS diamonds dancin'
This ain't no SI stones
I'm smokin' Runtz in Rome
Ice on my neck, I'm freezin'
If you don't suck d- I'm leavin'
Bad b- geekin', showin' cleavage
She know she teasin'
Don't try this at home
This for the rich and famous, uh
Highly educated, patient
Off the Runtz, I'm faded
All my cars updated
Only V-12 engines
All my checks is clearin', yours is pending
Only drivin' German
In the Benz, I'm swervin'
Iced out Audemars (Audemars, yeah, yeah)
Got like 40 more (40more, yeah, yeah)
Walked in with 40 thousand (40 thousand, yeah, yeah)
I'm up in all the stores (all the stores, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad b- from Baltimore (Baltimore, uh, what?)
And she love Dior (Dior, yeah, yeah)
She throw a hunnid clip (clip, yeah, yeah)
When it rains, it pours (rains it pours, yeah, yeah)
Iced out Audemars (Audemars)
White hair, Tartar sauce (tartar sauce)
Blacked out armored cars (yeah)
Rest in peace to Pop, we here today, we gone tomorrow (gone tomorrow)
That's the art of war (art of war)
Too many fallen stars (fallen stars)
And when it rains it storms (yeah)
Iced out Audemars, uh (Mula)
Get rich or die gettin' rich
Wu-Tang been and the cream been cream
And the cash ruled everything around me since, yeah
Cream, get the money, whole team get the money
H- dream they could f- me, c- got me muddy
Machine gun knock his whole spleen out his stomach
I get on one knee and let it ring like I love 'em
And the scene got ugly but it's beautiful, baby
It's marvelous, pretty, some flowers and daisies
You obviously brazy
You get shot up from the knot in your head to the knot in your laces
Then skrr, skrr, three or four phone's on chirp chirp
I forgot the young nerd, she hit me with the three percs
H- so dumb, make a numb n- knee jerk
Roll so hard n- grind 'til his teeth hurt
Count my, count my, count my snakes
Count my cake and momma I'm baked
Count my blessings everytime that I pray (ooh)
Body count raise, every shot that I take (ooh)
Cotton candy iced out Audemars Piguet (ooh)
Audemars Piguet but I ain't got time of day (ooh)
Got a body on my wrist, got diamonds in the face (ooh)
Audemars, iced out, iced out, iced out
Iced out Audemars (Audemars)
Got like 40 more (40 more)
Walked in with 40 thousand (40 thousand)
I'm up in all the stores (all the stores)
Bad b- from Baltimore (Baltimore, yeah, yeah)
And she love Dior (Dior, yeah, yeah)
She throw a hunnid clip (clip, yeah, yeah)
When it rains, it pours (rains it pours, yeah, yeah)
Iced out Audemars (Audemars)
White hair, Tartar sauce (tartar suce)
Iced out all the dawgs (all the dawgs)
Rest in peace to Pop, we here today, we gone tomorrow (gone tomorrow)
That's the art of war (art of war)
Too many fallen stars (fallen stars)
New York, New Orleans boys
Iced out Audemars
(Rico's going crazy again)
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7x7kIHx7LS6T4BDcroPStP | Pop Smoke | For The Night (feat. Lil Baby & DaBaby) | CashMoneyAP
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, oh
Oh (I'm tryna fuckin' get 'em), oh (I'm tryna fuckin' get 'em)
Oh, oh (get 'em), oh
Oh (gettin' big on this), oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
What do you want? Won't tell you twice, yeah
I'm a thief in the night (thief in the night), oh
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I'm always right (oh, oh)
Said, "I know how to shoot" (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
Look, if I call you bae, you bae for the day
Or bae for the night, you not my wife
She want a killer to fuck all night
I wanna fuck on a thot, gimme head all night
AP, big rocks, in the hood with the 'rillas
Five K on the dinner, bring 300 thou' to the dealer
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I'm always right (oh, oh)
Said, "I know how to shoot" (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
Baby
I'm rich but I'm ridin' and I'm low on exotic
I'm 'bout to fly out and go get me some
Nothin' ain't seen, all this money on me
Hunnid racks in the bag, that's a honey bun
Baby OG, I been runnin' these streets
Got the game fully shine on my momma's son
Learn 'bout the triple cross when I was young
And I know I ain't goin' so I keep a gun
I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior
She beggin' for attention, I don't see her
C.I.P. Pop, I wish that you could see us
Million cash plus whenever I go re-up
I got some niggas in the street, wanna beat me
I got the industry tryna be me
I just go Ray Charles, they can't see me
I'm in the Rolls Royce with a RiRi
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I'm always right (oh, oh)
Said, "I know how to shoot" (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
Yeah, like a thief in the night (thief)
I pull up, give her D for the night (uh-huh)
Tryna fuck in the V, it's aight (let's fuck)
We can't fuck up my seats 'cause they white
(That's my seats, watch my motherfuckin' seats)
I'm livin' like Thriller, I only come out at the night time
She don't fuck with liquor, don't like bein' tipsy
She don't do the Henny, just white wine (what she do?)
Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio (yeah)
I pull up in the Porsche wit' a freaky hoe (zoom)
Park the Porsche and pull up in a Lambo' (hmph)
I hop out, Major Payne, rockin' camo (yessir)
Think she cute, make her fuck, watch her man go (she cute)
Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, I'm Rambo
Cuban link full of rocks, it's a choker (oh)
Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya
I did some wrongs (oh), but I'm always right (oh, oh)
Said, "I know how to shoot" (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
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27tVhP9FsW8XqkX3ZrwMi5 | Pop Smoke | Hello (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie) | Rico's going crazy again
Yeah (Uh?)
♪
(CashMoney, CashMoney)
Look, look (AP)
I like my bitches, redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Light skin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Europe boy, Ginóbili
I like my bitches, redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Light skin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Europe boy, Ginóbili
I been so gone, I like redbones
My type, light skin, ass fat, Jell-O (huh?)
But bitches be switchin' sides nowadays on the regular
I never respected it, money over bitches, I know that's everything
Money over bitches, I know that's hot
Rockin' VVS by Elliot wedding bands
I will never ever give her no wedding ring
.45 on my hip, I ain't fightin' 'em
Chewin' on an Aderall like a vitamin
Niggas pockets be on E
Something they already know but I'm drivin' a T
They makin' up rumors and lies, okay, I'm sick and I'm tired
I'm mighty fatigued, none of my bitches be mine
They coulda been one of yours, but they out of your league
I'ma just call up Fatima, nah, that ain't really her name
But she for the team
I get fly as a bitch, like I looted up
All this money you talkin' ain't new to us
I'm the king of New York and on God
If Pop was alive, there would have been two of us
I like my bitches, redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Europe boy, Ginóbili
I like my bitches, redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Europe boy, Ginóbili
Pull up like Ace from the cleaners, Ace and I finesse
Pop make a movie, sell out arenas
She off the white, talkin' Demi Lovato
All on my denims, since Murder Bravado
AP Audemar, wet Aquafina
Hittin' like Ike, singin' like Tina
Dior on my body, sneakers got no creases
They limited, baby tell me if you've seen 'em
My diamonds dancin', paint her face like Marilyn Manson
Then roll up that Woo, Runtz straight from Cali'
Then get a plate from Sally's
Quano blew his trial, they set him up
These niggas mad as fuck
You know what I rep, yeah, it's tatted up
You ain't get fucked, 'cause your ass ain't fat enough
If you talk crazy, get batted up, yeah
I like my bitches, redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Europe boy, Ginóbili
I like my bitches, redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Europe boy, Ginóbili
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2fmHaHIsKAKzkkpIPJLm9V | Pop Smoke | The Woo (feat. 50 Cent & Roddy Ricch) | She want a Woo nigga
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told her, "Ooh-woo-woo"
Shawty wanna fuck me inside of the coupe
I can take you out everywhere, fuck a jet fare
Versace hotel with Versace robe, woah, woah
Like you when you let down your hair with no comb
And I stay to myself 'cause I never liked these hoes (yeah)
And she only liked the guap, red light these hoes
Why would I waste my time on a shorty
That don't got me on the front of her mind?
Especially when you get designer and I wine and dine
And the Bentley came with the wings like a number nine, yeah
Come through, just us two
I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too
Come through, just us two
I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too
She wanna fuck with the Woo
(Ayy, she wanna fuck with the Woo, Woo)
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's my kind of bitch, she be sayin' some shit
Like, "When you gon' fly me in private, so I can land on that dick?"
She said, "Tricks is for kids", she don't fall for the tricks
She can handle her own, she just want some dick
Got that big Birkin bag worth five, six figures
You might be out your league, can you buy that, nigga?
I pull up on her top gone on the Dawn, I'm the don
You can fuck around, if you want, if you want
Out in Bali, big swing, big dress
Big ass, make her squirt and make a big mess
Before we done, she ask "Where we gon' do it next?"
Next, so wet it fucked up the seats in the jet
She like all that gangsta shit
Top down, ridin' 'round with the blick
Who you with? Woo
She like all that gangsta shit
I said, "She like all that gangsta shit"
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo (hahaha)
Let me take you to the candy shop (candy shop)
Show you all I got (all I got, all I got)
I put the diamonds on your chain (chain, uh)
To match your diamond ring (uh)
I'm 092, nigga, Woo (Woo, back)
Hate it or love it (love it), it's me and you (woo)
Let's turn her into something
She said she love Woo niggas (woo, uh)
Them niggas who gon' pull triggers (grrt, oh)
I was fine when I met you (met you, pow)
Then I sexed you (woo)
Then I left you (uh)
'Cause your pussy feel the same (feel the same, feel the same)
And I don't got time to waste (no time to waste)
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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3IEBelBRCYrV9YqjhYluy1 | Pop Smoke | Creature (feat. Swae Lee) | Shoutout 808Melo
Yeah
♪
(Shut this shit down)
When I'm on that, you know I'm on it
The drac' on me, draggin' my feet
Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you
I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep
If I don't get all of my chips, I can't leave just yet
Get that top, then I dip, I'mma leave her wet
I put plates on my neck, like tectonics
I put plates on my whip, it's a rocket ship
Said draco hypnotic
You know I love niggas, gon' pop shit
Louie my body
That be why shawty is clockin' me, clockin' me
I don't owe no apology
I'm everywhere that be dollars be, dollars be
I don't owe no apology
I'm gettin' the money, you know my philosophy
Look, bend her over, blow her back out
Bend her over, pull her tracks out
She know the woo make her tap out
I really live what I rap 'bout
I remember them days in the trap house
Yeah, it got real in the trap house
I went and did some time in the jail
Because I'd rather take the fast route
If you wanna open up bets then I'm open up TD
She like papi all I got is CD
I'm like fuck it, come give me head
I back out and nut on her titty
Ayy, huh, she say I'm a dog, so I'm chasin' her kitty
Light up the smoke like a dutch in the city
I keep two in the head, we gon' catch him like Ricky
Man down
Throw the piece to my bro, that's a hand down
Help him shoot on the lot, make him camp down
He was talkin' back then, he a fan now
I keep nothin' but blues in these pants now
Rubber band for these racks and these bands now
We keep sticks and these drums, like a band now
My new bitch exotic (exotic)
My new bitch exotic (exotic)
You ain't poppin', stop it
Fresh as fuck, no stylist
Niggas stealin' styles, jackin', jockin'
This watch don't do tick tockin'
Niggas know how we rockin'
20k for Amiri's and that's for the jeans
The money was dirty
I got into rapping and now this shit clean
Now I'm on the scene
I made her top me, I know that this dick turned the bitch to a fiend
When I'm on that, you know I'm on it
The drac' on me, draggin' my feet
Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you
I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep
You know I'm on it
The drac' on me, draggin' my feet
Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you
I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep
We livin' life, don't panic
She love the life, don't panic
Before the grave, turn the money to ashes
I just fucked on an actress
Muthafuckas start scattering
All the paper start to scatter
I be doin' all that cashin'
I be doin' all that bashin'
When I'm on that, you know I'm on it
The drac' on me, draggin' my feet
Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you
I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep
You know I'm on it
The drac' on me, draggin' my feet
Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you
I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep
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7xZuJ5p52IKprk5PwgO5jW | Pop Smoke | Aim For The Moon (feat. Quavo) | Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
You ain't cool, 'til I say you cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm on Venus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (that's why I say woo)
Yeah, yeah, are you dumb, look
You don't know what you started, I pop a Perc', go retarded
I got the drip, it came straight from the faucet
Mr. Dior-Dior, they know where it started, yeah
She wanna Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill
Go in the store, shop at Dior
Come to my crib, take all my shirts
Pop all my Percs and sleep in my draws
You talkin' too much, baby, pour up a four
We both bust a nut, now leave me alone
When we at Miami, we stay at the Mondrian
We pull up then live in the Cullinan
Welcome her to the party
The afterparty's afterparty, then party again
Hundred bitches, hardly any men
In my room is where the party began
Let's take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan, look
I said free up my niggas that's sentenced
Stuck up in the jail (free all my niggas, yeah)
I could show you how to vibe, but I can't be ya man, no no
Shoot for the stars
Aim for the moon
You ain't cool 'til I say you cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Pop Smoke the woo
I play with the check and it's blue
We mobbin' and tyin', no shoe
You play with the group, we gon' shoot
He in Dior, I'm in Prada
We rich, we came from the bottom
I'm a Migo, I feel like a doctor
Goin' surgical with the new chopper
Five hundred thousand, I'm in flex mode
We got all the work, we make your trap close
Gang havin' loyalty, we ten toes
Nah, nobody givin' up, why would the gang fold?
We outside, we totin' them bangers
We not shootin' at strangers
Say what you wanna say
Long as it ain't us 'cause my niggas gon' hang ya
Look at them young niggas goin' crazy, crazy
Man, them niggas too dangerous
We gonna make 'em famous
The beautiful country got stars and bangers
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
You ain't cool 'til I say you cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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4ZhYvmqQCOccHtzbhbpAKg | Pop Smoke | Enjoy Yourself (feat. Karol G) | Palaze, what you cookin'?
Look, look
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on (Ooh)
Drink freely (Yeah) and holla at me if you need me (Ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (Ooh)
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah
You should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
It's a room full of trap niggas (Trap), strap niggas (Strap)
If the opps run up in this shit, we gon' clap niggas (Oh)
Woo niggas, huh (Huh), some slatt niggas (Slatt)
Pockets feel like a fat nigga, yeah (Ooh)
Shopping up in Saks Fifth with a cup of Actavis to get Christian Dior
Look, I be all up in the stores (Oh, oh)
Young nigga, I can buy you what you want (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got a fat ass, shorty shaped like Serena (Oh, ooh)
Long hair, brown eyes, shorty look like Selena (Selena)
Shorty said that she was Puerto Rican (Rican)
Her pussy wet like Katrina (Katrina, Katrina)
Oh, 2-10 on the dashboard (Dash)
Shorty, be clear what you ask for
And she got that get right, mama
And I gotta get my baby
Listen, I don't want no problems (I don't want)
I just want my baby (Look, look)
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on (Ooh)
Drink freely (Yeah) and holla at me if you need me (Ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (Ooh)
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
You should enjoy yourself
Me monto en el Phantom, bebé, prendo el booster (Ah)
Me gasté cinco mil en un bustier (Sí, sí)
To' high fashion, haute cuture
Si no ere' tú, otro hombre me aburre (Yeah, yeah)
Los moños flow Mulán, de camino a Milán (De camino a Milán)
Tresciento' mil por un show, eso me dan (Eso me dan)
Montamo' junto' en el Can-Am (Huh)
Por mí él forma una guerra como en Irán
Yo tengo má' flow que el Fashion Week
Diamante' esmeralda como la weed (Eh)
Follamo' en mi cama y le damo' repeat
Eso e' lo má' que le gusta de mí
Soltera anda como Rihanna (Rihanna)
Aunque con él se viene (Ey)
Todo' quieren una colombiana (Sí)
Pero él ya la tiene
Está soltera, anda como Rihanna (Ey)
Aunque con él se viene (Yeah)
Todo' quieren una colombiana (Sí)
Pero él ya la tiene (Look, look)
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on
Drink freely and holla at me if you need me
Baby, you should enjoy yourself
Bossed up, need no help, look
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
You should enjoy yourself
I won't kiss and tell
Just buy you Chanel
Always roll you up, put H's on your belt
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1iQe8WanjWOVsgnjZqAkr0 | Pop Smoke | Backseat (feat. PnB Rock) | Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (oh-oh)
Oh-oh
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (oh-oh)
Ayy, like here we go, here we go, here we go now
Me and you catchin' fights when it go down
Late nights in Dubai, it's a coupe (skrrt)
Been fallin' fast, can't lie, it's the truth (nah)
Like here we go, here we go, here we go now (here we go)
I swear I feel like I've been here before now
Can you meet me coming from my house? (on my own)
And I'd rather chill with you than with my bros (all my bros)
So let's get high in the back seat
Park up on the back street behind
Your house (back street behind your house)
As long as we keep them lights down
And the noise down
He can never find out (he can never find out), yeah
So let's get high in the back seat
Park up on the back street
Behind your house (back street behind your house)
As long as we keep them lights down
And the noise dow
He can never find out (he will never ever find out), yeah
Oh-oh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (here we go)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (ayy)
Oh, oh-oh-oh (here we go)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh (here we go)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(Down, he can never find out)
Look, here we go, baby, here we go
Shawty, why you playin'? I could put your neck on froze
Drip you in designer, we all up in the stores
Gucci on your body, even on your drawers
I swear you got me 'bout to risk it all
Would you be there if I was to fall?
There's some things I gotta know (gotta know)
Girl, can I trust you for sure?
'Cause we can go, smoke dope in the Rolls
Two doors, skrrt-skrrt, takin' off
We can go, anywhere you wanna go
Twist and smoke as you play your role, play your role
Play your role, I might take you home in my gang
Show you that I ain't nothin' like these other lames
Shawty, you know you could be my new main
I could put you on some new things
So let's get high in the back seat
Park up on the back street behind
Your house (back street behind your house)
As long as we keep them lights down
And the noise down,
He can never find out (he can never find out), yeah
So let's get high in the back seat
Park up on the back street
Behind your house (back street behind your house)
As long as we keep them lights down
And the noise down
He can never find out (he will never ever find out), yeah
Oh-oh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (here we go)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh-oh-oh (here we go)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh (here we go)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(Down, he can never find out)
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1ZwaYs6X87qxby4ayvE2lh | Pop Smoke | Yea Yea | Uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah)
Uh, uh, uh-huh (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
It's a whole lotta Glocks
Mops, TECs
Shots, dots
Knots, rocks
Ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler
Let me tell you why the opp niggas hate me (hate me)
'Cause I rock the nation, Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Baby, baby (baby)
Baby, how the fuck can you play me (play me)
Walk with it, never walk without it (oh)
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it (shoot)
Sold out shows, yeah we tee'd up (tee'd up)
Christian Dior for the sneaker
And it's 10K for the feature (feature)
Take your bitch home, I eat her (I eat her)
Wanna play games with the heat and the rockets
Say the wrong thing, I'ma pop it (pop it)
I'm a big dog, you ain't know though (know though)
Gunshot, forward (forward)
Headshot, lower (lower)
I shoot a nigga then roll up (roll up)
Rollie on my wrist, gun up on my hip (gun up on my hip)
Please don't say the wrong thing
You could get hit (could get hit)
I fuck with the Bloods but I'm ripped, huh (no shit)
I'm big 092, nigga, woo, huh (woo)
Know I had the guns in the school (in the school)
Lil' nigga, don't act like a fool (fool)
I leave that pussy wet, like a pool (pool)
It's a whole lotta Glocks
Mops, TECs
Shots, dots
Knots, rocks
Ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler
It's a whole lotta Glocks
Mops, TECs
Shots, dots
Knots, rocks
Ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything's signed, it's sealed
Baby girl, let me know if your love is real (is it real, is it real)
'Cause if it ain't, I gotta go (go)
These are things I gotta know (know)
Walk outside, I keep a pole (pole)
I've been wildin' on the roads (yeah, yeah)
Did 20K all in a day (day)
Put some money in the safe (in the safe)
Gave five to my lawyer (oh)
Then I went and bought the Wraith (the Wraith)
Catch a body out the Tesla (oh)
Know the Woo's do it better (ooh)
If I don't got it, I'mma take it (take it)
'Cause a nigga gotta eat (eat)
This my life, no fakin' (no)
Yeah, I'm really in the streets (yeah, I'm really in the streets)
All these pussy niggas hatin'
I sit back and sip a tea (sip a tea)
I order steak on my lobster (ooh)
Bon appétit (bon appétit)
I drop 50K off to Sam (Sam)
Patek Philippe
It's a whole lotta Glocks
Mops, TECs
Shots, dots
Knots, rocks
Ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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2lwmsAqBFuNqwL2m7ygKvv | Pop Smoke | She Feelin Nice (feat. Jamie Foxx) | She said she feelin' nice
She said she feelin' nice
She said she feelin' nice
She said she feelin' nice
She said she feelin' nice (yeah)
She said she feelin' nice (said she feelin' nice)
She said she feelin' nice (said she feelin' nice)
She said she feelin' nice (said she feelin' nice)
Long walks on the beach (on the beach)
On the resort, three bedroom suites (resorts)
Rib-eye steak from Phillipe's (Phillipe's)
In Bahama (Bahama), with an eater (with an eater)
She 'bout to put my face on her tee (on her tee)
I said "Baby, put your face in my briefs" (in my briefs)
Tell the waitress bring four Margaritas (four Margaritas)
Before I hop on this jet (on a jet)
Jah know I got the keys to success (to success)
No more walkin' with a vest (no more)
All my jewelry is VS (VS)
Pick up my jerk wings in a Phantom (in a Phantom)
Pop a Perky (pop a Perky), start dancin' (start dancin')
No lights, no camera, just vibes (just vibes)
♪
She said she feelin' nice (hey)
She said she feelin' nice (baby)
She said she feelin' nice (yeah she is)
She said she feelin' nice (yeah)
She said she feelin' nice (said she feelin' nice)
She said she feelin' nice (said she feelin' nice)
She said she feelin' nice
She said she feelin' nice
Hold up, wait a minute
I got all these bands in the Goyard
How you wanna spend it?
Put you on the yacht in the ocean
Get you everything that you see
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'
Shawty, everythin' on me
I'm tryna get to know you
Push back, then drop it slower
Never want the night to be over
'Cause every time you bend over
Girl, you got a motherfucker like "Oh"
Look at your body (oh yeah)
Got my attention
Quarantine ain't a thing when the bill right
Fuck social distancing
She said she feelin' nice (ayy)
She said she feelin' nice (said she feelin' nice)
She said she feelin' nice (oh)
She said she feelin' nice (oh, oh, oh yeah)
She said she feelin' nice
She said she feelin' nice (oh-oh)
She said she feelin' nice (ooh, ooh)
She said she feelin' nice (let's go, let's go, let's go)
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7c8rbgioh20fKkcmdMDeVk | Pop Smoke | Mood Swings (feat. Lil Tjay & Summer Walker) - Remix | Oh, you ain't know I could sing? (Oh, oh, oh)
Ha-ha-ha (yeah)
Shorty a lil' baddie
Shorty my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Ballerina tip, keep a tight grip on it
That's my dick when I want it
But, boy, you give me head
Make me wanna treat you like a broke nigga
Always end up with the wrong niggas
Yeah, and that's a tip for seven, nah, nah, nah
Slim, thick, with a slick mouth talkin', "Rah, rah, rah"
Prolly coulda had a couple dreams runnin' 'round
If I was tryna settle down, young bitches on the prowl
Gettin' bread and some more, gettin' head and some more
Gotta keep it on go, 'cause the pussy don't talk control, oh, oh
Shorty a lil' baddie
Call me his lil' boo thing
Know I got the fatty
That's why I be catchin' mood swings
Never let him hit without a rubber
Unless he more than a lover
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell
Every time I fuck, she call me daddy (hahaha)
My lil' mama nasty (nasty)
I see the pussy through the panties (whatever you want)
She taste like candy (oh)
She a queen, like Nefertiti
Uh oh, my lil' mama sittin' pretty (oh)
And we be shoppin' through the city (oh, oh, oh)
I gave her keys to the Bentley (whoa, whoa)
Get off your knees, you don't gotta cry to me (oh)
I'm your best friend, baby, you don't gotta lie (oh, oh)
I'll get you everything that you want and that you need
From Chanel to Céline, it's on you to decide (oh, oh, oh)
Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best (oh)
Start liftin' up your dress, start kissin' on your neck (oh no, no)
Start rubbin' on your butt, start massagin' your breasts
I ain't wanna give you a baby just yet
So I backed out and nutted on your breasts
I put you in a Uber (oh, oh, oh) and sent you to your bed (oh)
The very next day (oh), you sent me a text (oh)
You pulled up to the crib and we did it again (oh, oh, oh)
Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie)
Shorty my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catchin' mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers (covers)
And I kept it undercover (yeah)
'Cause I don't kiss and tell (ooh)
You know, I never found love
Until I looked into your eyes (until I looked into your eyes)
First time blushin', I ain't even gon' lie (ain't even gon' lie)
Four rounds in, leavin' bruises on your thighs
You the only bitch could make me spin off on the guys
And the only bitch that make me wanna nut when I'm inside
It's your vibe, leave with me, you gettin' high
None of these bitches fuckin' wit' you even if they tried
She a tsunami, I ain't never felt it dry
Close my eyes while I sleep, hope you be there when I wake
Honestly, I feel the vibe we had is great
And if there's something on your mind, you can tell me
And if I told you what's on mine, would you help me?
You gon' see the bigger picture, it's just gon' take time
Just because you mine, I'ma keep you lookin' like a dime
Ain't no imperfections, girl, you fine
Baby, what's your sign?
I hope you ain't against the slow grind
(Work, work, it's me and you) me and you
Keep it silent, there ain't nothin' we can't do
Through the storm, baby, we can make it through
Why you actin' brand new? You know you my lil' boo thing
Got up on my Birkin, it's workin'
She said she a virgin (it's hurtin')
She my biggest fan, she always lurkin'
And she know I'm a man, I'ma put that work in
I know she can't stand me, I'm fancy
So I'ma bring her out when I get my Grammy
Late night sex, she can't find her panties
Couldn't hold it in, now she need a plan B
Shorty a lil' baddie
She my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty (shorty got the fatty)
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on her covers
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell
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7gXttbAcEdUgRYGYJD9OQH | Pop Smoke | What You Know Bout Love | Uh
Shawty go joggin' every mornin' (every mornin')
And she make me breakfast almost every mornin' (every mornin')
And she take a naked pic before she leave the door
I be wakin' up to pics before a nigga yawnin'
And every weekend my shawty comin' over (over)
Shawty could Fendi out, but she like Fashion Nova (Nova)
She ain't drivin' no Camry, she pullin' in a Rover (Rover)
With her hair so curly, I love you, baby
She said, "What you know 'bout love?" (I'll tell you everything)
I got what you need (oh)
Walk up in the store and get what you want (go get it)
You get what you please
We 'bout to get it on, take off them drawers (I said I love you, baby)
It's just you and me
You know what I be on, I'm about to go raw (I love you, baby)
'Cause I like what I see (oh)
Look, baby, I said I ain't gon' front (uh)
You got my heart beatin' so fast to words I can't pronounce
And I be gettin' the chills every time I feel your touch
I be lookin' at the top and girl, it's only us, all I need is your trust
And girl I told you once, don't make me tell you twice (word)
I know you see this print through my pants that I know you like (like, nah)
And yo' ass be lookin' so fat when it be in 'em tights (in 'em tights)
And I'm goin' straight to the top, so hope you ain't afraid of heights
You always keep me right, for a fact, you never left (left)
Through all the trials and tribulations, always had my best (my best)
So here's 55 hunnid, go and get your breasts (your breasts)
Start rubbin' on your butt, start kissin' on your neck
Hey batter, batter, hey batter, batter (batter)
Niggas know I had to swing, I had to make a play (make a play)
I had to apply the pressure, 'cause you my hidden treasure, I think I'm fallin' in love
She said, "What you know 'bout love?" (I'll tell you everything)
I got what you need (oh)
Walk up in the store and get what you want (go get it)
You get what you please
We 'bout to get it on, take off them drawers (I said I love you, baby)
It's just you and me
You know what I be on, I'm about to go raw (I love you, baby)
'Cause I like what I see
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5GzHu3DEa7PlLLJLbctXl0 | Pop Smoke | Imperfections (Interlude) | Alright, catch this real quick
♪
Oh I, oh I
Baby, why you acting funny towards me?
♪
Baby, I just need some company, company, company
♪
Baby, I just need some company, company, company
♪
You wanna go on a vacay
But you don't ask enough
You just be getting mad as fuck
I give her dick when she acting up
Baby, you should let me hold you
Let me be the one to, give you everything you want and need
Baby, good love and protection
I love your imperfections
You are my selection, on God
Baby, I just need some company, company, company
Baby, I just need some company, company, company
Baby, I just need some company, company, company
Baby, I just need some company, company, company
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5Ugzeyda949Ldt7wbWOLgh | Pop Smoke | Something Special | I think you are (you are) something special
I take you on a shopping spree
'Cause I'm so into you
I'm so into you (I love you, baby)
I'm so into you (oh, my)
I'm so into you, baby (to you, baby)
What you like? What you wear?
Say the name, say the price, put them diamonds on your ear
Shinin' like a chandelier
What's your thoughts? What's your fears?
Yeah, I need that real love
I'm talkin' Bobby and Whitney
You don't gotta worry 'bout nothin' as long as you with me
'Cause shit could get sticky, that's why I keep a glizzy
Ride around through my city
Fuck Kassandra, Kanisha, Kanika and Tisha, Lisa and Tisha, ah (hoes)
Fuck them hoes 'cause I don't need them, all them bitches treeshas
They ain't in the field, they on the bleachers, ah (treeshas)
On your back, I start applying that lotion
So deep, I'ma go in, pullin' all on your sewin'
I'm Pop Smoke, what'd you know of my governments
All that gangster shit, she be lovin' it
She love how I'm thuggin' it
Shawty brown and petite, fly and discreet, a demon in the sheets
Mother was a lawyer, her father the police
They be working long hours, so she always had the free
She said I could come with her if it get hot up in the streets
'Cause I'm a 'rilla in the jungle and shark up in the sea
She like, "Papi, you so fire, but get up out the streets"
I'm like, "Baby what you mean?" (what you mean?)
Look
I think you are (think)
You are (you are) something special (my girl)
I take you on a shopping spree
'Cause I'm so into you
I'm so into you (you are)
I'm so into you
I'm so into you, baby (baby)
Mm, baby (baby)
You are (you are) my girl (my girl)
You are (you are) my girl
I think you are (you are)
You are (you are) something special
I take you on a shopping spree
'Cause I'm so into you (baby)
I'm so into you (you are)
I'm so into you (my girl)
I'm so into you, baby (you are my girl)
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3wD1XaY7ON2opCprvFMe4H | Pop Smoke | Diana (feat. King Combs & Calboy) - Remix | Here's to you for givin' me a chance
(Oh, oh)
Shorty, light-skinned (woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (grrt)
I need your number and that's that (that's that, yeah)
I need your number and that's that (huh, that's that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (yeah)
I like your style, I like your, uh
Shorty, light-skinned (woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (grrt)
I need your number and that's that (that's that)
I need your number and that's that (huh, that's that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (yeah)
I like your style, I like your style
I ain't gon' lie, I need you (woo)
Don't let me in it (don't let me in it)
I might just breed you, look (I might just breed you, okay)
She said she wanna be a teacher
Damn, in my head, she would look good as a teacher (teacher)
She would look good as a teacher (teacher), uh
Treat her with Balenciaga sneakers (oh)
Please her, baby, let me eat you
Home run, home run like Jeter (Jeter)
Don't make me catch you cheatin', beat her (bad boy)
RIP Capo, pull up in Tahoe
She said, "Oh, her brother's Wooin'" (woo)
She said she's seen' me around (yup)
She said she love what I'm doin' (I love it)
She said, "Do you remember me?" (me)
"You was a friend to me"
We start talkin' sexually, it's been a while
Shorty, light-skinned (woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (grrt)
I need your number and that's that (that's that, yeah)
I need your number and that's that (huh)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (yeah)
I like your style, I like your, uh
Shorty, light-skinned (woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (grrt)
I need your number and that's that (that's that)
I need your number and that's that (huh, that's that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (yeah)
I like your style, I like your style (I like your style)
Baby, we could take it all away
Fast whips, cash trips, ass crisp
Yeah, you know I got it (what you want?)
Bad bitch, mad thick, high fashion
I don't need a stylist, I'm him
Get you there, I could fly you in (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bad bitches, they be eyein' him (say what?)
Heard I be with Smoke and them (skrrt, skrrt)
Shake it (shake it), talk that shit you was talkin' (talkin')
Hit it from the back wit' her archin' (wit' her archin')
Have her leavin' with a limp when she walkin' (when she walkin')
I don't care if she light-skin or dark-skin (I don't care)
Pussy watery, slippery, caution
Had to murder it, put it in a coffin
Chris I love you, I hear that so often
Shorty, light-skinned (woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (grrt)
I need your number and that's that (that's that, yeah)
I need your number and that's that (huh)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your
Ayy, lightskin, tatted, ayy
I ain't got no heart 'cause I'm sad, ayy
And I grip a semi-automatic, ayy
Niggas get to tweakin', let 'em have it
And I came up from the block 'cause I'm heavy
If it ain't about the money, it don't matter
I'm a real life killer, she a ratter
Ridin' in the Hellcat, baby, I'm a slatter (okay)
Lightskin, she ain't ever seen a nigga like this
Rollie shock a bitch like lightning
I just give her dick and she like it
Wanna talk about real love,
Sorry I ain't got no heart, I wish that I did
But I like your smell and I like your style
Lil' baby and the vibe that I get
Shorty, light-skinned (woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (grrt)
I need your number and that's that (that's that, yeah)
I need your number and that's that (huh)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your, uh
Shorty, light-skinned (woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (grrt)
I need your number and that's that (that's that)
I need your number and that's that (huh, that's that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (yeah)
I like your style, I like your style
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1Noe5fcm9FT2gcbDKJdBV1 | Pop Smoke | Bad Bitch From Tokyo (Intro) | Uh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (This is a Melo beat)
Yeah, yeah
Bad bitch from Tokyo (oh), direct from Italy (oh)
Smokin' Runtz in Rome (oh), got it for eight a piece (oh-oh)
Christian Dior (Christian Dior), big .22's (oh)
Big .38 (oh), don't tote no .22's (oh-oh)
Wait, I'm goin' state to state (look)
I look my killer in his eyes, yeah, I'm talkin' face-to-face
My nigga killer caught a body, took it to trial and beat the case
My nigga walked out of court, ha, then hopped in a Wraith
Hopped in a Wraith, yeah
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26D2eFWhzC3GnL4lYwfKRm | Pop Smoke | 44 BullDog | Uh, ha-ha
♪
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo
Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that
Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo
Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that
Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo (grrt), brodie gon'-
.44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (bah)
I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (uh-huh)
All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (boom)
Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (boom, boom)
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (grrt)
I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (uh)
And I ain't with the talk or discussions (nah)
Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (grrt)
I call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (swish)
Niggas gettin' no bread 'cause they lazy (lazy, boom)
Let me tell ya why the opp niggas hate me (why they hate?) (Brrt)
'Cause all the opp niggas know I be flexin' (flexin', brrt)
And I did 15 on my check-ins (uh)
And it's big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (steppin')
And it's big .38 for the weapon (grrt)
Or I call J.R. with the Wesson (grrt-bah, grrt)
They call Trav, call me Le Filayo (Filayo)
Niggas know you got the apes on the payroll (Filayo)
Nigga slide through ya block with a Draco (bah)
Nigga nun, do a move if I say no (nah)
Dunk on that nigga, Tatum (woo, bah)
All of y'all niggas, dayroom (uh-huh)
Stay with the Zoes, Haitians (woo, grrt-bah)
823, sanctioned (no shit)
.44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (bah, grrt)
I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (brrt)
All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (sit back)
Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (uh-huh)
I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (bah)
And I ain't with the talk or discussions (uh-huh)
Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (grrt)
Sun out (boom), gun out (boom)
Rundown, what now? (Bah)
Flossy, the jungle the playground (bah)
Back out the chop, we gon' spray rounds (bah)
Big Fendi bag, no Sprayground (boom)
Aim for your head, we don't spray ground (uh-huh)
Everybody know that I'm GG (uh)
I'm still in the hood, smokin' headlight (brrt)
Do you know the '09 to the 2T? (Bah)
Posted in the Floss, they be wildin' (bah)
Brodie got locked for the hammer (woo)
Free Rock, get off the island (boom)
'09 to the Glock like Dem Wayz (Dem Wayz)
And I keep a chop like sensei (uh)
Niggas move hot, I ain't say nothin' (bah)
'Cause I'ma lay low 'til that day come (woo)
.44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (get back)
I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (bah)
All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (bah)
Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (grrt)
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (bah)
I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (boom)
And I ain't with the talk or discussions (uh-huh)
Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (look) (woo)
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47k25JWFG1aLiaDjkIH10g | Pop Smoke | Gangstas | Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (Woo, woo)
Feel me Lil' Z (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, nigga (Gangsters)
I don't want none of that extra loud shit
This ain't none of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I'm sayin' (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, I'm the
Fuckin' voice of the streets, man
It's like Jesus walkin' (Woozin' automatics)
More like Christopher Walkin, man (I be in the streets with the apes)
Y'all know what's up (Talkin' stone to stone)
(Bringin' bags, we don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout it)
(Free all my niggas, feel all the streets)
I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a nigga that'll shoot you for a 'Tander (Grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that'll shoot you for a 'Tander
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
.44 got it kicked back (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them twirlin' niggas actin' up (Actin' up)
So niggas packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin' tough (Dweeb)
'Til niggas slapped him up (Pussy)
Pop Smoke goin' top, niggas mad as fuck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don't got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the block list (Blocked, bitch)
Niggas talkin' 'bout they guns (Guns)
But never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (Pussy)
Run up and I'm brandin' them, take a nigga shoppin' (Bitch)
Reach and I'm branchin' it
'Cause I don't know who watchin' (I'm on point)
It's a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée
.38's on the block, a nigga won't hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bitches up, 'cause they was in the way
I wouldn't want them to get shot by an enemy
I be in New York with the gangsters (And what's up?)
Know a nigga that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Foreign)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that'll shoot you for a 'Tander (Bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
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0X3SZlDR1k8tf2W8ENyMBD | Pop Smoke | Snitching (feat. Quavo & Future) | So, you got the job doing what?
Bro, I get payed to snitch now, nigga
It's really classified, I can't really talk about this shit, my nigga
Oh, my God
Only reason I'm tellin you this, 'cause you my boy
But don't fuck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I did to Roger
Forty years
He had forty years
Forty years, bitch, you don't wanna sign that plea
Forty years
Damn
Don't fuck with me
Self assured
Buddah blessed this beat
♪
Look at my status
No, I'm not braggin', I'm not average
My bitch want a Patek
I bought her a whip and I told her to stop naggin'
Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin'
I bought it back in
The club is packed in
Step in your city we goin' in
Drop the top, let's blow the wind
Fuck the cops, we goin' big
Niggas out here hate the kid
'Cause I'm runnin' up when supposed to be dead, uh
Bitch, I'm a player
Nigga we're trappin', and checkin' the mail, yeah
Look at my layers, designer my jacket, I'm handin' out bills, yeah
These niggas dead, soon as I said it, they wanna go tell, yeah
The way that you playin', niggas out here workin' with 12
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Snitchin', snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh, damn
They workin', they clockin', they watchin'
No stoppin, no options, we ballin', we poppin'
We goin', let's go get money, get mo' for sure
I got it, and there's plenty mo' on the boat
Nigga we came from the bottom
Yes, it's time for the boss to toast
Me and the dog got collars
We puttin' diamonds on top of the chokers (ice)
Fuck nigga, come in the lane
We droppin' him off like a floater
I ain't gon' mention his name
But if he do, then it's like that and it's over
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Snitchin', snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn
Niggas be out here snitchin'
Said I pull up in Amiri, got ninas attached
Walk in the buildin', I shake up the room
Fuck on your lady, no feelings attached
Don't talk out your mouth 'cause she holdin' the room
Yeah, yeah, walk in (walk in), then walk up out it
There's never a day I don't walk without it
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it
'Cause these niggas be rats, yeah
I had to shoot it in class
I had the ninas attached
Fuck and run, see I had the bitch badge
If Quavo told me get him, then I'ma do the dash
Yeah, dash, I take off like a rocket
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Snitchin', snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn
Niggas be out here snitchin'
Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown
Pick a town, I get down
Chrome hearts, chrome hearts
Bitches love my style
Look at how my wrist glow, huh
250 just for the watch, uh
Posted on the block, I was servin' for dollar
I caught a wave, it's amazing, Margiela
Audemar water, Beretta, vendetta
Tell a McCartney, you came with the bezel
Taking off just like Iraq, I got racks in my pocket
I'm havin' my way with these hoes
Shawty in love with my diamonds
She love how they twinkle
She love how they glisten, they glow
Pour up a four like I'm young Tony Stoke
One in the head, 99 more to go
Went in a winner, pull up like a GOAT
Trippin' and spillin', now that shit on the floor
Came from the gutter, that's word from the bro
I'm Evel Knievel, these niggas some divas
I'm really havin' more hits than The Beatles
I was out trappin' with keys like Alicia
I be finessin' my plug, got it cheaper
Bought some new killers, I bought some new choppers
I'm on the block with the Devil, I hang with the robbers
Any hood we go, they treat me like God, huh
Switch up the flow for the visual
Just so you know that I'm spiritual
All of my money identical
Bluefaces, bluefaces keep me a hundred
They on the woo shit
Niggas gon' shoot your shit
You ain't no woo, nigga
You ain't gon' do shit
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn, snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Snitchin', snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn
Niggas be out here snitchin'
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3HnPbz5IlXUMuKpPzugLNt | Pop Smoke | Make It Rain (feat. Rowdy Rebel) | Dread Woo, nigga, the fuck nigga?
Fuck is wrong with niggas?
Niggas don't really be on shit (Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Niggas gonna be fuckin' broke, nigga
09 to the fuckin' Swish, nigga
We see niggas in traffic, nigga
Then Ricky run, nigga, yeah
Suck my dick, nigga
To all the fuckin' opps (They know the vibes, nigga)
You know what's up, nigga, gang (Don't fuck around)
(Woo), look
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)
I can't fuck with these niggas, they not a hunnid (Nah)
Trap phone keep jumpin' (Uh)
Until the fiends don't want it (Want it)
Tell Drell keep drummin' (Drummin')
Tell Dread keep dumpin' (Grrt)
Run, Ricky, he runnin' (Grrt)
Run, Ricky, he runnin', look (Woo)
Gas in the air (Uh), you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run 'em over, big wheel in the ocean (Uh)
Everything icy (Rose gold), three carats in the pointer
Look, ain't no apology
These niggas doubted me, I keep a pole tucked (Know it)
Run up, catch a cold cut (Grrt)
Put his head on his shoulder (Bah)
Got the guns in the sofa (Sofa)
Nigga, what's the commotion? ('Motion)
Put the guns in a holster (Uh)
'Til they smokin' with the soldiers (Woo)
Then I'm back in the deep end (Uh)
Trap, trap all season (Season)
Trap open on the weekends (Weekends)
Niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin' (Eatin')
And I'm in the Flossy (Flossy)
Where we stay reckless
25 on the left wrist (Uh)
Spent 25 on the necklace (I see it)
Have your mama like, "Woah, there go Pop Smoke" (Let's get it)
Know the opps can't stand me (Woo)
Rolls Royce, no Camry (Woo)
Or skrrt off in the Panny (Uh)
Hoodie on, duckin' cameras (Cameras)
If my opps in the foreign (Uh)
Then we shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
Know I'm outside (Uh), and I keep a pole (Yeah)
And I'm on the roads (Uh), 30K a show (Uh)
Get it in between (Haha), get it any means (For sure)
Amiri for the jeans (I'm talkin' my shit), let a nigga run (Uh)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)
I can't fuck with these niggas, they not a hunnid (Nah)
Trap phone keep jumpin' (Jumpin')
Until the fiends don't want it (Want it)
Tell Drell keep drummin'
Tell Dread keep dumpin'
Run, Ricky, he runnin'
Run, Ricky, he runnin', look
Gas in the air, you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run 'em over, big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy, three carats in the pointer (Rose gold)
Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Rowdy baby, bitch (Baow)
I got the call behind the wall that it's still lit, then fuck it
I told Fetty go and up it
My niggas ain't talkin', they dumpin'
I treat his face like Busta Rhymes, why you say that? I touch it
Then I threw the grip inside of the toilet with no remorse and flushed it
Why niggas still bluffin? I still haven't seen nothin' (Where he at?)
My chain hang, don't tuck it, I touch down, I'm bustin'
Tell the label I need five M's, if not, I ain't signing nothin'
'Cause I'm on a flight with a Russian, getting head, concussion
And niggas saying that it's lit, real shit, it's nothin'
'Cause I'm in the Wraith with your bitch, gettin' lit, stuntin'
Pole out in any weather, shit on Rowdy, you could never
Go and grab your umbrella, 'cause we make it rain on whoever
Baow, we make it rain on whoever
(Grrt, grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow-baow)
Look, I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)
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1wYbhJBsA8CiqKvtJUFf1L | Pop Smoke | West Coast Shit (feat. Tyga & Quavo) | Bongo ByTheWay
(Mustard on the beat, hoe) Look
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
T-Raww, I'm on some west coast shit (Business)
LaFeezy, live on the Sunset Strip (Yah, T-Raw)
Today was a good day, fly as a blimp (Aight, ah, ah)
I just booked a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch (No)
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car worth a M, you don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price, cost an arm, leg, and limb (Yah, ayy)
When you in the light, niggas wanna steer you dim (Bit')
Where you get that from? Niggas gotta say it's him
Wanna copy my flow, I switch this shit again
Niggas ain't put the work, they don't celebrate the win
When you was ballin' with your bitch,
I was shootin' in the gym, motherfucker, ah
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
Christian Louboutins like I stepped in pasta
But I'll still steam his ass, I'll grab him
I'm in that new Dior, Quay in that Prada
Don't get it confused, I'll drop him
Four door niggas ridin' strap, get straight hacked to the back
We don't play disrespect, real talk this not just rap
Gang ties in my tat, .22's in the shed
Shotgun in my bag, knock off a nigga dreads
36 karats on my wrist
That mean there's 36 karats on my bitch (Woo)
Shit, how Virgil got me drippin'
And it's straight from the faucet in the kitchen
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper (Quavo)
West side, North side, yessir (Yessir)
East side, south side, let's go to work (Go to work)
Right hand in the air, let's pop a Perc' (Pop a Perc')
New coupe off the lot, skrrt in the dirt (Skrrt)
She came in last place, she can get a shirt (Get a shirt)
If she go to first place, baby get a purse (Purse)
Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse (Whip it)
Dead man in the hearse when the gang purge (Uh)
500K on the wrist (Ice), look at me scorin' your bitch (Woo)
My diamonds close and they kiss, the skelly came with a fish (Woo)
I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit (Uh)
I can't get caught in the mix
I make a hit, I can't miss (Hit)
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
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3mZNztgWFsvm9wfcqSOdKg | Pop Smoke | Mood Swings (feat. Lil Tjay) | Mood swings
Oh, you ain't know I could sing? (oh, oh, oh)
Hahaha (yeah)
Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie)
Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell (kiss and tell)
Every time I fuck, she call me daddy
My lil' mama nasty
I see the pussy through the panties (whatever you want)
She taste like candy
She a queen, like Nefertiti
Uh-oh, my lil' mama sittin' pretty
And we be shoppin' through the city (oh, oh)
I gave her keys to the Bentley (woah, woah)
Get off your knees, you don't gotta cry to me
I'm your best friend, baby, you don't gotta lie
I'll get you everything that you want
And that you need from Chanel to Celine
It's on you to decide
Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best
Start liftin' up your dress, start kissin' on your neck (oh, no, no)
Start rubbin' on your butt, start massagin' your breasts
I ain't wanna give you a baby just yet
So I backed out and nutted on your breasts
I put you in an Uber (Uber) and sent you to your bed (oh)
The very next day (oh), you sent me a text (oh)
You pulled up to the crib and we did it again (oh, oh)
Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie)
Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell (ooh)
You know, I never found love
Until I looked into your eyes (looked into your eyes)
First time blushin', I ain't even gon' lie (even gon' lie)
Four rounds in, leavin' bruises on your thighs
You the only bitch could make me spin off on the guys
And the only bitch that make me wanna nut when I'm inside
It's your vibe, leave with me you gettin' high
Girl, ain't bitches fuckin' with you even if they tried
She a tsunami, I ain't never felt it dry
Close my eyes while I sleep, hope you be there while I wake
Honestly, I feel the vibe we have is great
And if there's something in your mind, you can tell me
And if I told you what's on mine, would you help me?
You won't see the bigger picture, it's just gon' take time
That's because you mine
I'ma keep you lookin' like a dime
Ain't no imperfections, girl, you fine
Baby, what's your sign?
Hope you ain't against the slow grind
(Work, work, it's me and you) Me and you
Keep it silent, there ain't nothin' we can't do
Through the storm, baby, we can make it through
Why you actin' brand new? You know you my lil' boo, yeah
Got up on my Birkin, it's workin'
She said she a virgin (it's hurtin')
She my biggest fan, she always lurkin'
She know I'm a man, I'ma put that work in
I know she can't stand me, I'm fancy
So I'ma bring her out when I get my Grammy
Late night sex, she can't find her panties
Couldn't hold it in, now she need a plan B
Shorty a lil' baddie
She my lil' boo thing
And shorty got the fatty (shorty got the fatty)
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on her covers
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell
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5nCL0ULKVpkeJdQJ4UYVAI | Pop Smoke | Diana (feat. King Combs) | Cheers to you for givin' me a chance
Shorty, light-skinned, tatted, ass fat
I need your number and that's that
I need your number and that's that
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your...
Shorty, light-skinned, tatted, ass fat
I need your number and that's that
I need your number and that's that
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your style
Baby, we could take it all the way
Fast whips, cash trips, ass crisp
Yeah, you know I got it (what you want)
Bad bitch, mad thick, high fashion
I don't need a stylist, I'm him
Get you there, I could fly you in
Bad bitches, they be eyein' him
Heard I be with Smoke and them
Shake it, talk that shit you was talkin'
Hit it from the back wit' her archin'
Have her leavin' with a limp when she walkin'
I don't care if she lightskin or darkskin
Pussy watery, slippery, caution
Had to murder it, put it in a coffin
Course I love you, I hear that so often
Shorty, light-skinned, tatted, ass fat
I need your number and that's that
I need your number and that's that
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your style
Shorty, light-skinned, tatted, ass fat
I need your number and that's that
I need your number and that's that
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your style
I ain't gon' lie, I need you
Don't let me in it (don't let me in it)
I might just breed you, look (I might just breed you)
She said she wanna be a teacher
Damn, in my head, she would look good as a teacher
She would look good as a teacher
Treat her with Balenciaga sneakers
Please her, baby, let me eat you
Home run, home run like Jeter
Don't make me catch you cheatin', beat her
RIP Capo, pull up in town
She said, oh, her brother's wooin'
She said she's seen' me around
She said she love what I'm doin' (I love it)
She said, do you remember me?
You was a friend to me
We start talkin' sexually, it's been a while
Shorty, light-skinned, tatted, ass fat
I need your number and that's that
I need your number and that's that
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your
Shorty, light-skinned, tatted, ass fat
I need your number and that's that
I need your number and that's that
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your style
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7bTSZA64kmmd2biBbcsCUk | Pop Smoke | Tunnel Vision (Outro) | Aha, homie like
Homie like, "Damn boy, you made it" (damn, damn)
But she said, "You ain't nice" (at all)
I'ma tell her I know I'm nice (look)
I don't talk to niggas (nah), I don't feel these niggas (at all)
Got a hundred round in my pocket, I'm ready to go kill these niggas
And it's tunnel vision (yeah)
When I'm in the field, nigga (in the field)
If I tell Mikey, "Woo" (woo), then he gon' go drill a nigga (grrt-bah)
I'm a Brooklyn nigga
But shout out my Philly niggas (my Philly niggas)
I don't fuck with a lot of niggas
Because I'm too real for niggas (yeah, nah)
They know what it means (yeah)
To have million dollar dreams (dreams)
Then you wake up on the block, and it's black to servin' fiends (yeah)
I don't drink Belaire (nah)
But I'm in Bel Air like I'm Uncle Phil
Don't call my bluff
Nigga, I am, and nigga, I will, look (nigga, I will)
And I'm from the fields, now it's million dollar deals
And it's all out of nowhere
Push me, and I'ma go in there, all in a second
Gun kickin' like its Tekken
I'm a force to be reckon, I'm God's perfection
Look, God gave me a lot in some months, but it could go in a second
If I fuck the wrong bitch or walk up in the wrong session
I don't talk to niggas (nah), I don't feel these niggas (at all)
Got a hundred round in my pocket, I'm ready to go kill these niggas
And it's tunnel vision (yeah)
When I'm in the field, nigga (in the field)
If I tell Mikey, "Woo" (woo), then he gon' go drill a nigga (grrt-bah)
I'm a Brooklyn nigga
But shout out my Philly niggas (my Philly niggas)
I don't fuck with a lot of niggas
Because I'm too real for niggas (yeah, nah)
They don't know what it means (yeah)
To have million dollar dreams (dreams)
Then you wake up on the block and
It's back to servin' fiends (yeah, nah)
Step it and ain't no changin' it, changin' it
Haha, now for who? Now for who?
What do you want your impact to be on the music industry?
Like a hundred years from now, how do you want people to remember you?
Pop Smoke did this, he did that, he did what?
Pop Smoke came in and changed the game
Pop Smoke came in and showed them niggas a new vibe
The whole sound, the whole vibe, the whole mood man
Different
Forever my heart, forever my dawgs
Still will put on for you
The smoke will never clear
Never
Woo, woo, woo, grrt-baow
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5UuU1fZixqwZRwjHYzWP0l | Pop Smoke | Dior - Bonus | (Traphouse Mob)
Huh, roll another one
♪
Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (aw, shit), huh?
Oh, you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man)
Let me see somethin'
Shake it, shake it, shake it
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
When I walk in the spot, 30 on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I'm paid
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit
I can't fuck with these niggas 'cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin' dick
All in my comments and screamin' my name
While I'm in the club, throwin' them 100s, and 50s, and ones, and ones
Pop Smoke, they know I'm wildin'
If I'm on the island, I'm snatchin' the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail (woo)
Until he free, I'm raisin' hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin' state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don't come out your mouth, you know I'm like that
I'll make a movie like TNT (baow)
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin' in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections (uh-huh)
All the bad bitches in my direction (uh)
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
♪
(Traphouse Mob)
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5xKXcU8tpSYz7C7wrMMYec | Pop Smoke | Hotel Lobby | I was chillin' in my hotel lobby (Lobby)
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me
I'on really wanna catch a body (Body) (Body)
But I got a feelin' niggas tryna line me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was chillin' in my hotel lobby (Lobby)
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me (Find me)
I'on really wanna catch a body (Body) (Body)
But I got a feelin' niggas tryna line me
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Show you how my niggas rock
092
My dawgs (Dawgs)
Stay with it (Stay with it)
Big apes (Apes)
In the cave with it (Cave with it)
Free Melly G'z, he in the cage with it
Pop Smoke (Huh), yeah, I stay with it
Summertime, spicy
Got my weight up, now, they like me
You want your bread back? (Huh), come and fight me (Fight me)
Check that, Nike (Nike)
I done came a long way from the street shit
I done knocked lotta niggas out, G shit
I remember when they said I ain't gon' be shit (Nah)
Well, I'ma be shit (Uh), uh, look (Look)
And I did 15 on my check-ins
Stash, Daniel can check it
Christian Loubin, I'm steppin'
Had to tell her, she like, "Hol' up a second"
All eyes on me when I step in
Pieces kickin' like Tekken
And I dumped a few slips through the mobile (Yeah)
You can call if they hold 'em
Got the gold back like Trojan
Mansa Musa get used to
Rip my shirt off like Hogan
D's be sweatin' me
Kicked down my door, findin' guns and more, guns galore
I was chillin' in my hotel lobby (Lobby)
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me
I'on really wanna catch a body (Body)
But I got a feelin' niggas tryna line me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was chillin' in my hotel lobby (Lobby)
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me (Find me)
I'on really wanna catch a body (Body)
But I got a feelin' niggas tryna line me
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Show you how my niggas rock
092
I was chillin' in my hotel lobby (Lobby)
When I got a call that niggas tryna find me (Find me)
I'on really wanna catch a body (Body)
But I got a feelin' niggas tryna line me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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7kFMvM2gUzVeW2ZlkKRhzu | Pop Smoke | Showin Off Pt.1 (feat. Fivio Foreign) | Traphouse Mob
Huh?
This is a Melo beat (u)h
Look
It's big, 092MLBOA
GQ (GQ) huh?
You got a gun, nigga, gun nigga? (gun, nigga, yeah)
Play disrespect, never (never)
K with it (k with it), yeah
Niggas know that we don't play with it (nah, yeah)
Big .38 gon' hawk 'em (hawk 'em)
Two stripes, saucin' (saucin')
I keep a tech when I'm walkin' (walkin')
Pick him up, toss him (toss him)
Big drip, flossin' (flossin')
Get straight, cashin' (cashin')
Don't fuck around, yeah, I'm packin' (packin')
Have it (have it), Havoc (havoc)
Me and Fivi' causin' havoc (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, look ay)
Action (action), see an opp and it was action (action, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
All these questions that you're askin' (bow)
She like "Why your face tatted?" (wow)
I take a perc, 'cause it's relaxing (I do)
I see an opp, and I'm attackin' (I am)
Hold on, saggin'
Blue flag when I'm flaggin' (ayy, ayy) (Traphouse Mob)
I'm prepared for their reaction (I am)
They say Robert was a classic (it was)
Voodoo (Voodoo), magic (magic), Fivi', savage (ayy, ayy)
Hol' on (hol' on), hol' on (hol' on)
I go on drills with a passion (ayy)
Hol' on (hol' on), hol' on (hol' on)
I see him, I ask where the track is
If I see an opp, there's no account (no account)
Step on the court, ball out (ball out)
Walk in the spot, walk out (walk out)
What the fuck is all the talk about? (huh?)
Up out the chop, aimin' (aimin')
Put that pussy on the pavement (pavement)
Huh? Stainless (stainless)
Amiri jeans, stainless (stainless)
Pop Smoke, yeah, I'm in all the stores
What's on your feet? I'm like "Christian Dior"
Double G, yeah, that's all on my T
Big Benz, peanut butter seats
Big body, mixy (this is a Melo beat)
S-class, six-three
I'm all in your bitch, dick deep
Slide through your block with the rippys (rippys)
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6JzyJgeHSRS4aYiK5gt02M | Pop Smoke | Showin Off Pt.2 (feat. Fivio Foreign) | Ayy (uh)
Grrr
Know the vibes, baow
Know the vibes, baow
How you doin'?
It's legendary shit
Fivio Foreign, Pop Smoke (baow)
How you doin?
Bitch, ayy
Showin' off (Huh?), all of my niggas is showin' off (ayy, ayy)
If bro do a hit, I'ma show 'em off (ayy)
See a opp, and show no remorse (ayy, ayy)
I took a Perc and start goin' off (ayy, ayy)
They thought the pills had me fallin' off (ayy, ayy)
Nah, I'm goin' more (ayy, ayy)
Showin' off, ayy (ayy, ayy),
All of my niggas is showin' off (ayy, ayy)
If bro do a hit, I'ma show 'em off (ayy)
See a opp, and show no remorse (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I took a Perc and start goin' off (ayy, ayy)
They thought the pills had me fallin' off (ayy, ayy)
Nah (nah) I'm goin' more (ayy, ayy)
Death, before dishonour (dishonour)
I stay in drip, all in designer (designer)
Shorty a ho, why would you wife her? (wife her)
If she talk hot, I send Twix to line her
Nigga, I dare you, move hot (hot)
They know my body, two chops (chops)
Uh, Fivi' (Fivi), circle your block for an hour (hour)
Money (money), power (power)
Too Floss, sour (sour)
Nigga you sweet, flowers (flowers)
Oh, you went broke? Cowards (cowards)
Pussy boy, know you ain't down to ride
Chop to your face if you fuck with my guys (yeah, yeah)
Pop Smoke, one of one (one)
Headshot, one and done (baow)
Stone cold, passion (woo)
Beat him up, drag him (drag him)
All the opps in a spliff
Puff-puff (puff-puff), pass it, pass it, pass it, pass it
Gun on his head, taggin' (taggin')
All this aggression and action (action)
Fashion (fashion) fashion (fashion)
It's lookin' good in all this fashion (fashion)
Showin' off (huh?), all of my niggas is showin' off (ayy, ayy)
If bro do a hit, I'ma show 'em off (ayy)
See a opp, and show no remorse (ayy, ayy)
I took a Perc and start goin' off (ayy, ayy)
They thought the pills had me fallin' off (ayy, ayy)
Nah, I'm goin' more (ayy, ayy)
Showin' off, ayy (ayy, ayy)
All of my niggas is showin' off (ayy, ayy)
If bro do a hit, I'ma show 'em off (ayy)
See a opp, and show no remorse (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I took a Perc and start goin' off (ayy, ayy)
They thought the pills had me fallin' off (ayy, ayy) defense (defense)
Shoot his hand if he reachin' (baow, baow, baow)
Cock it (cock it), squeeze it (squeeze it)
In that sequence
I heard my picture in the precinct, ayy
Free Gutta out the Beacon, ayy
They askin', (ask), no talkin', (talk), shh, secrets
Heat, (heat) seekin' (seekin')
Ether, (ether) vegan (vegan)
But he still with the beefin, ayy, ayy
If shawty bad she get the treatment (she do)
I see through, feen it (I feen it)
Beat 'em, beat 'em (baow)
Beat 'em (ayy), beat 'em, beat 'em (look, huh)
The demon juice (demon juice)
Turn me into a demon, ayy
Cherry (cherry), leanin' (leanin'), swipey (swipey), speedin' (skrrt)
The bitch is bad, I still cheated, ayy
Don't argue, I don't need it (no)
Fivi' (Fivi'), I'm leavin' (I'm leavin')
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Showin' off (huh?), all of my niggas is showin' off (ayy, ayy)
If bro do a hit, I'ma show 'em off (ayy)
See a opp, and show no remorse (ayy, ayy)
I took a Perc and start goin' off (ayy, ayy)
They thought the pills had me fallin' off (ayy, ayy)
Nah, I'm goin' more (ayy, ayy)
Showin' off, ayy (ayy, ayy)
All of my niggas is showin' off (ayy, ayy)
If bro do a hit, I'ma show 'em off (ayy)
See a opp, and show no remorse (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I took a Perc and start goin' off (ayy, ayy)
They thought the pills had me fallin' off (ayy, ayy)
Nah (nah) I'm goin' more
♪
AXL
O mój boże ale dojebałem bit
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7KUb9G3NNqbQ8NPb2ccU3s | Pop Smoke | Iced Out Audemars (feat. Dafi Woo) | Rico's going crazy again
Woo
Iced out Audemars
I got 40 thousand
I'm up in all the stores, wait
Hahaha, hahaha
Look
Oh, you feelin' sturdy nigga?
Look, we 'bout to get sturdy now (Baow)
We 'bout to get sturdy now (Shake it)
Iced out Audemars (Audemars)
Got like 40 more (40 more)
Walked in with 40 thousand (40 thousand)
I'm up in all the stores (All the stores)
Bad bitch from Baltimore (Baltimore)
And she love Dior (Dior)
She throw a hunnid clip (Clip)
When it rains it pours (Rains it pours)
Shawty light and sexy (Sexy)
She like givin' becky
Sexy like she drivin' Lexus, woo
Bad bitch gon' smack the reverend (Reverend)
Spin your block like Tetris (Tetris)
Longhorn, Texas
I can't fuck no fat bitch, never (Nah)
I'm young and reckless
I said I'm shootin' proper
I make 'em Cha Cha
I'm a rocker, I'll boom your casa
Then do the Cucaracha
I order steak with lobster
After I smoke my purple
Southside, Nobu, know I'm global
I'm on a different timin'
My VVS diamonds dancin'
This ain't no SI stones
I'm smokin' runts in Rome
Ice on my neck, I'm freezin'
If you don't suck dick I'm leavin'
Bad bitch geekin', showin' cleavage
She know she teasin'
Don't try this at home
This for the rich and famous, uh
Highly educated, patient, off the rocks, I'm faded
All my cars updated
Only V-12 engines
All my checks is clearin', y'all just spendin'
Only drivin' German, in the Benz I'm swervin'
Iced out Audemars
Got like 40 more
Walked in with 40 thousand
I'm up in all the stores
Bad bitch from Baltimore
And she love Dior
She throw a hunnid clip
When it rains it pours
Wait, uh
I'm in Hermes spending thousands (Thousands)
Lil' baddies from the island (Woo)
They told me Dafi you be wildin'
20 thousand on Dior
And the brand new Porshe got no mileage
These foreign bitches actin' childish
I be flossin', drippin' with no stylist (Hol' on)
Uh (Uh)
Ask Rico Beats, see I'm a GOAT
I poured the liquor it's a boat
Bitch I'm Dafi Woo not folk (GDK)
Uh, wait
And I spend a hunnid on an AP (What?)
I make you niggas look like babies
And I throw the rock up like I'm Jay-Z
Iced out Audemars, spent like 50K
We up in all the stores (Stores)
Uh, uh
Oh, you feeling sturdy, nigga? (Come on)
'Cause you could get shot down (Boom, boom, boom)
And I spin like 50 nigga
'Cause I keep them Glocks 'round (Baow)
Poppin' Percs in Bali
Keep her perculated
Shades dark for all the haters
Nigga I'm a taker
I make you meet your maker (Rrr)
Iced out Audemars (Hol' on)
Dafi Woo
Iced out Audemars (Audemars)
Got like 40 more (40 more)
Walked in with 40 thousand (40 thousand)
I'm up in all the stores (All the stores)
Bad bitch from Baltimore (Baltimore)
And she love Dior (Dior)
She throw a hunnid clip (Clip)
When it rains it pours (Rains it pours)
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3liqOtIOxObydJiqru2wr8 | Pop Smoke | Woo Year (feat. Dread Woo) | (287, bruh, you got it) CashMoneyAP (Yeah)
(Fuck outta here) Talkin' whole new wave (Yeah), no cap (Yeah)
(Stop it) Yeah, ahaha (Kio)
Yeah
She fell in love with the bag
♪
So designer
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag (Hahahaha)
Diamond cuts, oh
I'm up now, I'm up next
I tell you the AP, four Pateks
20 years, movin' like a vet'
G4 when I hop on the jet
I bought Richard Mille with baguettes
I emptied the clip until they turn left
No ID, call collect
When they see me, you know I'm that nigga
She wanna hop on a plane with that nigga
She wanna go switch lanes with that nigga
She wanna skrrt, skrrt, skrrt with that nigga, oh
Take flights overseas, and I'm just by my breezy
Could care less 'bout a treesha, paint her face, Mona Lisa
I sold that cocaina to buy them brand new sneakers
Hunnid K a feature, now I could fuck my teacher
She fell in love with the bag
♪
So designer
♪
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag
Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh
She fell in love with the, she fell in love with the woo (Woo)
She be down when it's me and my boo
Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room (Woo)
Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room
No hesitation, I'm pickin' or choose (Uh, uh)
I keep the stick and you know I'm the shooter
Dafi with me and he totin' the Ruger
She fell in love with the bag
She throwin' it back and I'm slappin' her ass
288 and I'm doin' the dash
Amiri, the denim, Louis V on my ass
Lil' treesha, my body (Racks), I'm smokin' the gas
I do what I want (Skrrt), had to skrrt from the class
Bad bitch, treeshin', RJ, hop out, leavin'
Bend blocks, speedin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grrt-baow)
TG, bleedin', scannin', readin' (Scannin', scannin', readin', readin')
She fell in love with the bag
So designer
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag
Diamond cuts, oh
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434baZo99jvOx6y6oFeQZQ | Pop Smoke | Tsunami (feat. Davido) | I don't wanna
I don't wanna wait for you to love me, no
Yeah, every other day, you got me thinkin' if it's real
Girl whine it, come my way
I got some my way
Girl you my summer, give me sunshinin'
If you move to di left, me ah go move to di right
Baby girl's back way gon' treat me right
Me wan' di one way her pum pum tight
Oh, girl you do me like Kryptonite
Do you want me?
'Cause girl I want you
It's pretty obvious that I wanna put it on you
I can't be with you 'cause I got a girl, I'm datin'
When you wine it on me, girl
Might end in a fuckin' tsunami
Do you want me?
'Cause girl I want you
It's pretty obvious that I wanna put it on you
I can't be with you 'cause I got a girl, I'm datin'
When you wine it on me, girl
Might end in a fuckin' tsunami
All these chains on my neck, feel like Rick the Ruler
All yellow gold like Mansa Musa
Iced out bezel, cooler than a cooler
It's just me and my bae, shootin' with a shooter
Let me tell you 'bout this mama out from Brooklyn
Shawty say she like how I'm lookin'
Shawty said I look like a snack
And if I ever had home cookin'
And I'm like fuck that
You ever had a nigga that's wooin'
You better know what you doin'
'Cause I'll take you shoppin'
I'll spoil you, baby
Christian Dior
Mike Amiri
Céline
Do you want me?
'Cause girl I want you
It's pretty obvious that I wanna put it on you
I can't be with you 'cause I got a girl, I'm datin'
When you wine it on me, girl
Might end in a fuckin' tsunami
Do you want me?
'Cause girl I want you
It's pretty obvious that I wanna put it on you
I can't be with you 'cause I got a girl, I'm datin'
When you wine it on me, girl
Might end in a fuckin' tsunami
It's 2 a.m, from a one to a ten, you a ten
Baby, let's not pretend
I ain't just tryna be friends
But I'm with you till the end
And I pull up, Bentley truck
They know my chains is tucked
These bitches be lame as fuck
These bitches be lame as fuck
I'm just, stuck in my ways, oh
I ain't tryna play with you
'Cause you my baby
Let's hop on the Wraith
Red bottoms like you stepped up in ketchup
Act up and a nigga won't let up
Do you want me?
'Cause girl I want you
It's pretty obvious that I wanna put it on you
I can't be with you 'cause I got a girl, I'm datin'
When you wine it on me, girl
Might end in a fuckin' tsunami
Do you want me?
'Cause girl I want you
It's pretty obvious that I wanna put it on you
I can't be with you 'cause I got a girl, I'm datin'
When you wine it on me, girl
Might end in a fuckin' tsunami
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3QqJ44HiM84iyZS0G2IKIP | Pop Smoke | Paranoia (feat. Gunna & Young Thug) | Yeah, oh, yeah
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Paranoia, I'm havin' thoughts in my head
I'm at the party, in Cartier, yeah
Walk in the club with two straps
When I "Woo," "Woo" back
Don't ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior, ooh
I told her back off 'fore I'm 'bout to catch a body
Bitch, this puller ain't no fuckin' Miley Cyrus, Kawasaki (ooh, skrrt)
She gon' ride it like a Harley, niggas hardly gettin' money right now
I told this bitch
I can't keep up
Most of my thoughts in the clouds (ah, ah, ah, yeah)
Paranoid, I know some niggas wanna see me gone
Just made twenty mil', I'm tryna fuckin' enjoy
'Fore you kick my door down and shoot, that's my lil' boy (yeah)
Keep a tool, loose screws, baby (loose screws)
When you "Woo," I'ma "Woo" back (yeah, woo, woo)
Aim at his head (why?)
Put half a mil' on a case and go to
Bed, slatt, slatt (yeah), yeah, yeah
Paranoia (slatt), I'm havin' thoughts in my head (yeah)
I'm at the party in Cartier, yeah
Walk in the club with two straps
When I "Woo," "Woo" back
Don't ask who I am, shoot that (yeah) in my Dior
Mmm, I gotta be paranoid
Grippin' that FN, you know the streets at war
Leadin' to one thing, make sure you lock the door
They hate that I'm locked in
You gotta watch your door (watch your door)
I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry (sorry)
Cops pull me over 'cause I'm in a 'Rari (a 'Rari)
Got topped off from lil' mama ridin' shotty (shotty)
Man, Woo gon' shake the room, might catch a body (body)
Real niggas, we love to party, like everyday
I bought that bitch a Masi', we two look great
Baby boy in Taraji, I took some molly
Float like I'm Ali, tryna stay sane (yeah)
Paranoia, I'm havin' thoughts in my head
I'm at the party, in Cartier, yeah
Walk in the club with two straps
When I "Woo," "Woo" back
Don't ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior
I just did six days in London, paranoia
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
Thoughts in my head, know that I'm Woo
When you see me, you know that I'm Woo
When you see me, you know that I'm Woo
I said paranoia, I got some thoughts in my head
I'm at the party, in Cartier, yeah
Walk in the club with two straps
When I "Woo," "Woo" back
Don't ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior
That's the paranoia, oh, the paranoia
I said I'm paranoid, paranoia
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2SojLecJPW9zlNiwzDWmPv | Pop Smoke | Be Clearr | Long nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear
♪
I just pulled up to TD in I8
We all getting money then why hate?
Smoove Heasy the renty like why wait?
We the hottest in the tri-state
My niggas gon' raise up the crime rate
If you try to play with me
So don't play with me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up to the party, guess what we in
Who coming in? I'm like, all of us
I'm from a town where we pour the Henny in double cups
It's enough Henny for all of us
We getting money we mix the Buscemi
With all of the Fendi designer stuff
Just pulled 20K, I've been getting my way
Top down in the wraith, baddie giving me face
AP from a touch down, I just pulled from a chase
Shout out my lawyer, he just beat my case
Long nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear
♪
Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith
I ain't jacking a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher
Reach and I pull the trigger
I don't care who fake I fuck with the real
I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters
Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith
I ain't jacking a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher
Reach and I pull the trigger
I don't care who fake I fuck with the real
I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters
Long nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear
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0VmbpCPAVUrZA4NQNNg5o6 | Pop Smoke | Yea Yea (feat. Queen Naija) - Remix | (Yeah) Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Yeah) Uh, uh, uh-huh
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
It's a whole lotta Glocks (Glocks)
Mops (TECs), TECs (TECs)
Shots (shots), dots (dots)
Knots (mops), rocks (rocks)
Ooters (ooters), ooters (ooters)
Shooters (shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let me tell you why the opp niggas hate me (hate me)
'Cause I rock the nation, Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Baby, baby (baby)
Baby, how the fuck can you play me? Ah (play me)
Walk with it, never walk without it (oh)
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it (shoot)
Sold out shows, yeah we tee'd up (tee'd up)
Christian Dior for the sneaker (sneakers)
And it's 10K for the feature (feature)
Take your bitch home, I eat her (I eat her)
Wanna play games with the heat and the rockets?
Say the wrong thing, I'ma pop it (pop it)
I'm a big dog, you ain't know though (know though)
Gunshot, forward (forward)
Headshot, lower (lower)
I shoot a nigga then roll up (roll up)
Rollie on my wrist, gun up on my hip (gun up on my hip)
Please don't say the wrong thing
You could get (could get) hit (hit)
I fuck with the Bloods but I'm Crip, huh (no shit)
I'm big 092, nigga, woo, huh (woo)
Know I had the guns in the school (in the school)
Lil' nigga, don't act like a fool (fool)
I leave that pussy wet, like a pool (pool)
It's a whole lotta Glocks (and Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (and TECs)
Shots (and shots), dots (them mops)
Knots (knots), rocks (rocks)
Ooters (ooters), ooters
Shooters (shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's a whole lotta Glocks (and Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (and TECs)
Shots (and shots), dots (them mops)
Knots (knots), rocks (rocks)
Ooters (ooters), ooters
Shooters (shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything's signed, it's sealed
Baby girl, let me know if your love is real
Is it real? Is it real?
'Cause if it ain't, I gotta go (go)
These are things I gotta know (know)
Walk outside, I keep a pole (pole)
I've been wildin' on the roads (yeah, yeah)
Did 20K all in a day (day)
Put some money in the safe (in the safe)
Gave five to my lawyer (oh)
Then I went and bagged the Wraith (the Wraith)
Catch a body out the Tesla (oh)
Know the Woo's do it better (ooh)
If I don't got it, I'ma take it (take it)
'Cause a nigga gotta eat (eat)
This my life, no fakin' (no)
Yeah, I'm really in the streets (yeah, I'm really in the streets)
All these pussy niggas hatin'
I sit back and sip a tea (sip a tea)
I order steak on my lobster (ooh)
Bon appétit (bon appétit)
I drop 50K off to Sam (Sam)
Patek Philippe
You know I love that thug shit
You know I love that rough shit
You know I'm a good girl but I just might let touch it
And you can't seem to stay up out of trouble but I love it
If I'm your ride or die, the baby I want all or nothing baby
Understand when the streets be calling your name
I'll be waiting up for you, it's all part of the game
I know what I signed up for when I tattoed your name
On my heart, still holding you down, like I did from the start
It's a whole lotta Glocks (and Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (and TECs)
Shots (and shots), dots (them mops)
Knots (knots), rocks (rocks)
Ooters (ooters), ooters
Shooters (shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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6QzkbRRLWTEcFE0NyOX1Dt | Pop Smoke | Enjoy Yourself (feat. Burna Boy) - Remix | Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Ooh (yeah)
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Palaze, what you cookin'?)
Look, look
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on (ooh)
Drink freely (yeah) and holla at me if you need me (ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (ooh)
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (more fun, more fun)
So what? so you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah
You should enjoy yourself (ooh)
It's a room full of trap niggas (trap), strap niggas (strap)
If the opps run up in this shit, we gon' clap niggas (oh)
Woo niggas, huh (huh), some slatt niggas (slatt)
Pockets feel like a fat nigga (ooh)
Shopping up in Saks Fifth with a cup of Actavis to get Christian Dior
Look, I be all up in the stores (oh, oh)
Young nigga, I can buy you what you want (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got a fat ass, shorty shaped like Serena (oh, ooh)
Long hair, brown eyes, shorty look like Selena (Selena)
Shorty said that she was Puerto Rican (Rican)
Her pussy wet like Katrina (Katrina, Katrina)
Oh, two-ten on the dashboard (dash)
Shorty, be clear what you ask for
And she got that get right, mama
And I gotta get my baby
Listen, I don't want no problems (I don't want)
I just want my baby (look, look)
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on (ooh)
Drink freely (yeah) and holla at me if you need me (ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (ooh)
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (more fun, more fun)
So what? so you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah (yeah)
You should enjoy yourself (Oluwaburna)
And we outside goin' beep, beep, beep
I pull up where you eat and sleep
Ah, don't have no time for no meet and greet
She have a man, so she creep and sneak (Oh)
Wanna take it real deep and deep
Deep until she can't speak, yeah, yeah
She was screamin' "Jesus, please"
Everything can be complete
Know we come and hit through the back door, cause its my dog
Got a strap on him and go slap one of them
He gon' catch a body if somebody should act hard
I'm just tryna party and play with my bank card
Say she want alcohol, no chaser (ooh)
She gon' let me hit it and collect her changes up
Don't stop throwin' your back, it's major
Swimmin' in your water, I'm like a sailor
Bumping Pop Smoke through the speaker
She said Long Live Papi Locsta (look, look)
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on
Drink freely (yeah) and holla at me if you need me
Baby, you should enjoy yourself
Bossed up, need no help, look
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (more fun, more fun)
So what? so you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah (yeah)
You should enjoy yourself
I won't kiss and tell
Just buy you Chanel
Always roll you up, put H's on your belt
♪
Uh-huh, uh-uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-uh-huh
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7r1RWegBYUCE83mJZ4wzGx | Pop Smoke | The Woo (feat. 50 Cent & Roddy Rich) | She want a Woo nigga
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told her, "Ooh-woo-woo"
Shawty wanna fuck me inside of the coupe
I can take you out everywhere, fuck a jet fare
Versace hotel with Versace robe, woah, woah
Like you when you let down your hair with no comb
And I stay to myself 'cause I never liked these hoes (yeah)
And she only liked the guap, red light these hoes
Why would I waste my time on a shorty
That don't got me on the front of her mind?
Especially when you get designer and I wine and dine
And the Bentley came with the wings like a number nine, yeah
Come through, just us two
I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too
Come through, just us two
I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too
She wanna fuck with the Woo
(Ayy, she wanna fuck with the Woo, Woo)
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's my kind of bitch, she be sayin' some shit
Like, "When you gon' fly me in private, so I can land on that dick?"
She said, "Tricks is for kids", she don't fall for the tricks
She can handle her own, she just want some dick
Got that big Birkin bag worth five, six figures
You might be out your league, can you buy that, nigga?
I pull up on her top gone on the Dawn, I'm the don
You can fuck around, if you want, if you want
Out in Bali, big swing, big dress
Big ass, make her squirt and make a big mess
Before we done, she ask "Where we gon' do it next?"
Next, so wet it fucked up the seats in the jet
She like all that gangsta shit
Top down, ridin' 'round with the blick
Who you with? Woo
She like all that gangsta shit
I said, "She like all that gangsta shit"
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo (hahaha)
Let me take you to the candy shop (candy shop)
Show you all I got (all I got, all I got)
I put the diamonds on your chain (chain, uh)
To match your diamond ring (uh)
I'm 092, nigga, Woo (Woo, back)
Hate it or love it (love it), it's me and you (woo)
Let's turn her into something
She said she love Woo niggas (woo, uh)
Them niggas who gon' pull triggers (grrt, oh)
I was fine when I met you (met you, pow)
Then I sexed you (woo)
Then I left you (uh)
'Cause your pussy feel the same (feel the same, feel the same)
And I don't got time to waste (no time to waste)
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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5UVWO3YxgiICjUevQvPenf | Pop Smoke | Enjoy Yourself (with Karol G) | Palaze, what you cookin'?
Look, look
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on (Ooh)
Drink freely (Yeah) and holla at me if you need me (Ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (Ooh)
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah
You should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
It's a room full of trap niggas (Trap), strap niggas (Strap)
If the opps run up in this shit, we gon' clap niggas (Oh)
Woo niggas, huh (Huh), some slatt niggas (Slatt)
Pockets feel like a fat nigga, yeah (Ooh)
Shopping up in Saks Fifth with a cup of Actavis to get Christian Dior
Look, I be all up in the stores (Oh, oh)
Young nigga, I can buy you what you want (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got a fat ass, shorty shaped like Serena (Oh, ooh)
Long hair, brown eyes, shorty look like Selena (Selena)
Shorty said that she was Puerto Rican (Rican)
Her pussy wet like Katrina (Katrina, Katrina)
Oh, 2-10 on the dashboard (Dash)
Shorty, be clear what you ask for
And she got that get right, mama
And I gotta get my baby
Listen, I don't want no problems (I don't want)
I just want my baby (Look, look)
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on (Ooh)
Drink freely (Yeah) and holla at me if you need me (Ooh)
Baby, you should enjoy yourself (Ooh)
Bossed up, need no help, look (Ooh)
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
You should enjoy yourself
Me monto en el Phantom, bebé, prendo el booster (Ah)
Me gasté cinco mil en un bustier (Sí, sí)
To' high fashion, haute cuture
Si no ere' tú, otro hombre me aburre (Yeah, yeah)
Los moños flow Mulán, de camino a Milán (De camino a Milán)
Tresciento' mil por un show, eso me dan (Eso me dan)
Montamo' junto' en el Can-Am (Huh)
Por mí él forma una guerra como en Irán
Yo tengo má' flow que el Fashion Week
Diamante' esmeralda como la weed (Eh)
Follamo' en mi cama y le damo' repeat
Eso e' lo má' que le gusta de mí
Soltera anda como Rihanna (Rihanna)
Aunque con él se viene (Ey)
Todo' quieren una colombiana (Sí)
Pero él ya la tiene
Está soltera, anda como Rihanna (Ey)
Aunque con él se viene (Yeah)
Todo' quieren una colombiana (Sí)
Pero él ya la tiene (Look, look)
You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on
Drink freely and holla at me if you need me
Baby, you should enjoy yourself
Bossed up, need no help, look
They say, "Fly girls have more fun" (More fun, more fun)
So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
You should enjoy yourself
I won't kiss and tell
Just buy you Chanel
Always roll you up, put H's on your belt
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4TgHt7vKCimpywaiKfl0uj | Pop Smoke | Make It Rain | Dread Woo, nigga, the fuck nigga?
Fuck is wrong with niggas?
Niggas don't really be on shit (Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Niggas gonna be fuckin' broke, nigga
09 to the fuckin' Swish, nigga
We see niggas in traffic, nigga
Then Ricky run, nigga, yeah
Suck my dick, nigga
To all the fuckin' opps (They know the vibes, nigga)
You know what's up, nigga, gang (Don't fuck around)
(Woo), look
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)
I can't fuck with these niggas, they not a hunnid (Nah)
Trap phone keep jumpin' (Uh)
Until the fiends don't want it (Want it)
Tell Drell keep drummin' (Drummin')
Tell Dread keep dumpin' (Grrt)
Run, Ricky, he runnin' (Grrt)
Run, Ricky, he runnin', look (Woo)
Gas in the air (Uh), you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run 'em over, big wheel in the ocean (Uh)
Everything icy (Rose gold), three carats in the pointer
Look, ain't no apology
These niggas doubted me, I keep a pole tucked (Know it)
Run up, catch a cold cut (Grrt)
Put his head on his shoulder (Bah)
Got the guns in the sofa (Sofa)
Nigga, what's the commotion? ('Motion)
Put the guns in a holster (Uh)
'Til they smokin' with the soldiers (Woo)
Then I'm back in the deep end (Uh)
Trap, trap all season (Season)
Trap open on the weekends (Weekends)
Niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin' (Eatin')
And I'm in the Flossy (Flossy)
Where we stay reckless
25 on the left wrist (Uh)
Spent 25 on the necklace (I see it)
Have your mama like, "Woah, there go Pop Smoke" (Let's get it)
Know the opps can't stand me (Woo)
Rolls Royce, no Camry (Woo)
Or skrrt off in the Panny (Uh)
Hoodie on, duckin' cameras (Cameras)
If my opps in the foreign (Uh)
Then we shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
Know I'm outside (Uh), and I keep a pole (Yeah)
And I'm on the roads (Uh), 30K a show (Uh)
Get it in between (Haha), get it any means (For sure)
Amiri for the jeans (I'm talkin' my shit), let a nigga run (Uh)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)
I can't fuck with these niggas, they not a hunnid (Nah)
Trap phone keep jumpin' (Jumpin')
Until the fiends don't want it (Want it)
Tell Drell keep drummin'
Tell Dread keep dumpin'
Run, Ricky, he runnin'
Run, Ricky, he runnin', look
Gas in the air, you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run 'em over, big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy, three carats in the pointer (Rose gold)
Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Rowdy baby, bitch (Baow)
I got the call behind the wall that it's still lit, then fuck it
I told Fetty go and up it
My niggas ain't talkin', they dumpin'
I treat his face like Busta Rhymes, why you say that? I touch it
Then I threw the grip inside of the toilet with no remorse and flushed it
Why niggas still bluffin? I still haven't seen nothin' (Where he at?)
My chain hang, don't tuck it, I touch down, I'm bustin'
Tell the label I need five M's, if not, I ain't signing nothin'
'Cause I'm on a flight with a Russian, getting head, concussion
And niggas saying that it's lit, real shit, it's nothin'
'Cause I'm in the Wraith with your bitch, gettin' lit, stuntin'
Pole out in any weather, shit on Rowdy, you could never
Go and grab your umbrella, 'cause we make it rain on whoever
Baow, we make it rain on whoever
(Grrt, grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow-baow)
Look, I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)
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4lCSOu4tsSlljiQUlWJYVt | Pop Smoke | Invincible | Uh-uh (woo) yeah
(Uh-uh) yeah, yeah, I said I feel invincible (Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
They like, "Papi, what you gettin' to?" (To, to)
I pop a Perc', go retarded, wait (haha, hahaha)
Yeah (ahaha, oh-oh-oh), yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, yeah (to-to, grrt, grrt) yeah, yeah (baow)
I said I feel invincible (hol' on), it's a hunnid niggas in the spot (bah)
I'm walkin' through 'em (I'm walkin' through 'em), it's 85 just to walk on
I don't talk to these niggas (nah) 'cause a lotta these niggas be corny (corny)
I'm feelin' horny (I'm feelin' horny), and I shoot like Robert Horry (Horry)
I'm off this percolator shit (woo), I got a percolated bitch (percolated bitch)
I give her this percolated dick (yeah), I show her these percolated tricks (uh)
Pop Smoke, they know who run the city, Pop Smoke, nigga, you can ask Diddy
Pop Smoke bust up a Citi or TD, Pop Smoke goin' 50 for 50
I pop a Perc', go retarded, then shoot up the party, then change the artillery (grrt)
Energy (woo), I'm givin' nothin' but energy (woo)
I give her Perky and Hennessy, I give two shots to the enemy, hope he remember me (grrt)
What the fuck a nigga tellin' me? (Baow)
I spent 250 on my wrist, I spent 250 on my bitch
Double G, niggas know I'm a threat, walk in the spot and turn everybody Crip (ayo Cig)
DJ Clue (Clue), my nigga fuck with the Woos (woo)
Tell SpinKing to play it back (back) while the Woos throw the bag
They know I'm shootin' for the stars (uh), aimin' for the moon (moon)
I shoot at any opp (opp) 'cause niggas know I'm Woo (woo)
Send that nigga to the medic, everything raw, no edit
Pop Smoke did it
I said, "I feel invincible" (hol' on), it's a hunnid niggas in the spot (bah)
I'm walkin' through 'em (I'm walkin' through 'em), it's 85 just to walk on
I don't talk to these niggas (nah), 'cause a lotta these niggas be corny (corny)
I'm feelin' horny (I'm feelin' horny), and I shoot like Robert Horry (Horry)
I'm off this percolator shit (woo), I got a percolated bitch (percolated bitch)
I give her this percolated dick (yeah), I show her these percolated tricks (uh)
Pop Smoke, they know who run the city, Pop Smoke, nigga, you can ask Diddy
Pop Smoke bust up a Citi or TD, Pop Smoke goin' 50 for 50 (baow)
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5Ar2IdS42hvVwV7EhflI8b | Pop Smoke | Shake The Room (feat. Quavo) | Traphouse Mob
Woo
Woo, woo
It's Big 092MLBOA (This is a Melo beat)
Uh, I bet I shake the room (Ayy, woo, woo, woo)
♪
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Go 'head and shake the room, yeah
Go 'head and shake the room (Shake it)
I bet I shake the room (Grraow)
Wait (Woo, woo, woo, go)
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt)
Go 'head and shake the room, huh
Go 'head and shake the room (Shake it)
I bet I shake the room
Uh, Quavo
How 'bout I shake the room? (Shake it)
Chop gon' sweep the broom (Grraow)
Everybody runnin' and duckin', I'm clearin' the room (Woo)
Shoot one time, seein' double time like you on shrooms (Shoot, shoot)
On the other line, it's a FaceTime, say a nigga on the news (Brrt)
We 'bout to shake in this bitch (Shake)
Frosted Flake on the wrist (Ice)
The gang ain't playin' and shit (Woo, woo)
In New York, I gotta shake in this bitch
Shake, shake, shake, shake (Shake it up)
Peel back ya toupee (Peel it back)
Money move the conversate (Money)
Put 'em up on the plate (Put 'em up)
Baby shakin' in the waist (She shakin')
Hit the flashlight to see her face (Flash)
And she lookin' like a snack (Cute)
Birkin bag on the way (Woo)
I bet I shake the room (Ayy, woo, woo, woo)
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Go 'head and shake the room, yeah
Go 'head and shake the room (Shake it)
I bet I shake the room (Grraow)
Wait (Woo, woo, woo, go)
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt)
Go 'head and shake the room, huh,
Go 'head and shake the room (Shake it)
I bet I shake the room
Baby (Baby), shake it (Shake it)
I pop a Perc', feel amazing (Bah)
Straight Henny, no chaser (Uh-huh)
Niggas be talkin' hot 'til they get burned (Woo)
I don't fuck with niggas 'cause these niggas be sherm
Lil' nigga, stay in your place, wait for your turn
Respect ain't given, nigga, it's earned (Grrt, baow)
In the Bugatti (Woo), 5719 with baguettes (Skrrt)
Flag in the air, hold on (Hold on), ref (Ref), ref (Ref)
In the LaFerrari, can't rent this (Nah)
With a brown lil' thing, Reeses (Reeses)
Steven Victor in a Pista (Pista)
Dior got no creases (Creases)
Art gallery (Art gallery, woo)
Six-point-one for the painting (Painting)
George Condos (George Condos)
Cost more than your condo (Uh), wait
I bet I shake the room (Ayy, woo, woo, woo)
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Go 'head and shake the room, yeah
Go 'head and shake the room (Shake it)
I bet I shake the room (Grraow)
Wait (Woo, woo, woo, go)
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt)
Go 'head and shake the room, huh
Go 'head and shake the room (Shake it)
I bet I shake the room
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7CC9nqOp7fXsoyKsitBZ6J | Pop Smoke | Get Back | Traphouse Mob
Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Yeah)
What you tellin' me? Yeah
I got Snacks to the right of me
I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait
Woo
Look, look
Ayy, what up?
Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout?
Huh, look, huh
Buddy gon' grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that
Send shots, make 'em get back
All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff
My niggas ain't into that
Nigga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on shit (woo)
I got like 50 rounds up in this clip
If I go to jail, nigga, I'll plead the Fifth (Uh?)
'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
Nigga tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?
I'm like nigga, fuck the pigs
The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick?"
I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"
My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen?"
I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'"
I shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh
Look at the money I'm raisin'
She wanna fuck, hold on
She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment
She get dick and edible arrangements
That's the only form of payment
Shawty a snack
And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back
She like, "Papi, you so crazy," huh
I told her, "Whine on me, baby" (woah)
She want a star
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore (grrt)
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at (woo)
She goin' all gas, no chit-chit (ayy)
She goin' all gas, no chit-chit
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (bum)
Here come that boy with the drum (woo)
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (brrt, brrt)
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb (go dumb)
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (baow)
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (pop, pop, pop)
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6S380PQvuw8SQzsGygd6I4 | Pop Smoke | Christopher Walking | Woo
Niggas sayin' they outside (Oh, haha)
Niggas sayin' they outside (Woo, come outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (Slide, slide)
Air it out when we arrive (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Poppin' that shit but they don't want the smoke (Nah)
(Niggas don't want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck
So I'm grabbin' that bitch by the throat (Grr)
Niggas sayin' they outside (They're outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (Slide, slide)
Heard he was talkin', but he never jumped off the stu'
(He never jumped out the stu')
Think that it's sweet 'til I pull up and pop out and shoot
(Pop out and shoot)
And they say I got the juice (Yeah, yeah)
I bought the Dior, Dior, now that's all I rock for the shoes
Porsche niggas, hot boy, you ain't in the field, you a top boy
We gon' tie that boy up like a cowboy
I'm the one that they envy like Calboy (Huh?)
Broke bitches ain't allowed (They not allowed)
She wanna fuck with a real one
When real niggas back in style (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't no window shopper
Your man out here window shoppin' (Yeah)
I be in all the stores, and no, we ain't window shoppin' (Woo)
She throw it back 'cause I'm poppin' (Woo)
I'm makin' plays with her
We run it back like a option (Yeah)
(Woo)
Niggas sayin' they outside (Oh, haha)
Niggas sayin' they outside (Woo, come outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (Slide, slide)
Air it out when we arrive (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Poppin' that shit but they don't want the smoke (Nah)
(Niggas don't want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck
So I'm grabbin' that bitch by the throat (Grr)
Niggas sayin' they outside (They're outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (Slide, slide)
Just 'cause I dance, don't think I'm pussy
Don't make me pull up with the stick
(Woo, stick, stick)
I got a Louis V bag to match with the fit (Louis, Louis, Louis)
VVS-1's on my wrist (Ice, ice, ice)
All this water on me, I got water for me and my bitch
(Huh, me and my bitch)
Drownin' (Drownin'), flooded (Flooded)
They told me the price, I said, "Fuck it" (Fuck it)
I spend it all with no budget (Budget)
If it ain't a hunnid, I ain't budgin' (Uh? Are you dumb?)
I made like 200 in London (Baow)
You out here gassin' these bitches
You pumpin' shit up like you Budden
If I see a opp I'ma throw out the car (Grr)
I'm at the crib with your bitch
She came with a dress, she left with no drawers (Uh?)
(Left with no drawers)
She love how I talk (She love how I talk)
She know that papi outside
She know I'm the king of New York (Grr)
(Woo)
Niggas sayin' they outside (Oh, haha)
Niggas sayin' they outside (Woo, come outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (Slide, slide)
Air it out when we arrive (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Poppin' that shit but they don't want the smoke (Nah)
(Niggas don't want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck
So I'm grabbin' that bitch by the throat (Grr)
Niggas sayin' they outside (They're outside)
Send the addy, we gon' slide (Slide, slide)
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7iBKCNKl5UjxfOgyxnQ6q6 | Pop Smoke | Foreigner (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie) | Uh?
808Melo
Traphouse Mob (Woo)
This is a Melo Beat (It's Big 092MLBOA)
Foreigner (Grrr)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh?)
Foreigner (Grrr)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
My bitch a foreigner and she love to fuck
She suck it up, make her fall in love
Put that on her tongue, Perky on her tongue
She do the walks for us (Walk that shit), make her one of us
The gas that I'm smokin' potent
Ice on my neck snowin'
I'm dark skin, glowin'
Off the Perky, I'm rollin'
Valet, park it
I'm screamin', I'm barkin'
They like, "Poppy, why you startin'?"
Pop a Perc', go retarded (Woo)
They know I'm wildin' and I need that respect
Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes
Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next
Drac' keep on shootin' until it's none left
I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set
Twenty years old, but I move like the vet
You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
Nigga, 'cause you could get left
Your bitch is a foreigner, huh?
I fuck her and pass her
Show her the difference between a dog and a master
Lamborghini truck, floorin'
Got your bitch in the back whorin'
She like, "Papi, I adore you"
I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal," (Rrr)
Foreigner (Grrr)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh?)
Foreigner (Grrr)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
Hoodie on, it get scary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Christian Dior I need more
Don't do Saint Laurent anymore
Yeah, na-na-na, let it off
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, forty-five in my drawers
And they say I sound like a dog, hah
On God, I meant fraud
I was in all the stores
I bought every Hermes scarf, yeah
Do you feel me?
Thousand pair of Mike Amiris
But I still need more
I could go on and on, yeah
I ain't even gotta talk, yeah
Chopper go na-na-na
Hoodie on with a semi
Young nigga with a Richie
Young nigga with a Richie
The Richie the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy
Headshot, that's a jimmy
Big dawg in my city
Kill a opp in this bitch
Red dot to her titty, yeah
Foreigner (Grrr)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh?)
Foreigner (Grrr)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
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3sAXuKtlMOQKM7PHadkhyl | Pop Smoke | Sweetheart (feat. Fivio Foreign) | Rico's going crazy again
♪
Sweetheart (Sweetheart), uh (Sweetheart)
What's a thotty (Sweetheart), to a gangster? (Sweetheart), uh
(Sweetheart, sweetheart)
I'm wildin' (Sweetheart), got no answers
Niggas know they gettin' boomed (Niggas know they gettin' boomed)
You see my face, you better move (Baow)
Bullets flyin' through the room (Baow)
They want static, I'm in the mood
100K what I pay for the jewels
I ain't got nothin' to prove (I don't)
You either win or you lose, look (Ayy)
I see a opp, he'll be devastated, uh (Devastated)
None of them niggas ain't never made it (They didn't), uh (Uh)
When I do a crime, it's premeditated, baow (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Pay attention, watch close
It's Fivio Foreign and Pop Smoke (It is)
I see a opp and I drop four (Baow)
I see a opp and I drop four (Baow)
I'm heaven-sent (Uh), devil in me (Devil in me)
You niggas know I need extra Henny (I do)
I shoot at niggas 'cause they messin' with me (Baow)
Police'll never come catch up with me (Skrrt)
Uh (Uh), sweetheart
I cannot drive, I got three cars (Ayy)
I took a Perc' and I think smarter (Ayy)
I'm off a Perc' (I'm off a Perc')
When I fuck, I make it hurt (She do)
Whatever works (Whatever works)
Your bitch gettin' money, you better dig in her purse (Bitch)
I take whatever she worth (I take whatever she worth, ayy)
Ayy, I take whatever she worth (Sweetheart, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Sweetheart (Sweetheart), uh (Sweetheart)
What's a thotty (Sweetheart), to a gangster? (Sweetheart), uh
(Sweetheart, sweetheart)
I'm wildin' (Sweetheart), got no answers
I got an extendo on this fifty clip
Shit look like a broom (Sweetheart)
When you see me, better Woo (Woo)
Or bullets start flyin' through the room (Sweetheart)
I pop a Perc', hold on (Uh?)
To get in the mood
And its twenty-five for the walk
I leave with like three baddies when I'm through
I spend like a hundred bands in jewels
Drippin' like I came out the pool
(Like I came out the pool, wait, wait)
I'm so exotic, like I came out the zoo (Ayy, ayy, ayy, hold on)
Stupid bitch, do I look like a fool? (Do I look like a fool?)
I'm from New York, where they Woo (Woo)
In a two-door, I shot out the coupe
Sweetheart (Sweetheart), uh (Sweetheart)
What's a thotty (Sweetheart), to a gangster? (Sweetheart), uh
(Sweetheart, sweetheart)
I'm wildin' (Sweetheart), got no answers
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2TRu7dMps7cVKOyazkj9Fb | Pop Smoke | Element | I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me, and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
All the opps mad, that I lapped them
He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money
'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly
And I'll take your bitch, in a second
If she a real one, then I'll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it's all VVS and flower settings
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
♪
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
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1v6YDRVu8nrGI7uuq3ou6z | Pop Smoke | Armed N Dangerous - Charlie Sloth Freestyle | Look, look
I'm armed and dangerous
Ain't no parking at the light, nah, ain't no stainin' us, huh
Keep a K with us
Please don't, please don't play with us, nah
We up it, aimin', uh (grrt)
Ain't no hidin', flossy, baby, that's where I be (ah, ah)
Lymie, if you lookin' for me, you can find me (find me)
Try me (try me), niggas know that I'm grimy (grimy)
Niggas know I'm on timin' (woo), big body like a lineman (woo)
I know how to vibe (vibe, vibe), but no I ain't cool (cool, cool)
Look at me funny (look at me funny)
Bet I'll shoot up the room (bet I'll shoot up the room)
Shoot out the coupe (coupe), I let it boom (I let it boom)
Nah (nah, woo), I don't play with these niggas, never (never)
Play with it
Niggas know I keep a K with it
Ace Makaveli (bah), wavin' it, wavin' it
All my apes on the loose (nah)
Ain't no tamin' em, tamin' 'em (nah, woo)
Step in the game and start changin' it, changin' it
Spin through your block, Tetris, bend it, bend it
All the opps want a shot, Beckham, Beckham, Beckham
If I don't got the chop, deck 'em, deck 'em, deck 'em
Got some brand new chops, test 'em, test 'em, test 'em
It's an opp in the spot, there he go, over there chillin' with his bitch
Point him out, where he at? Jeremi's gon' give the assist (yeah)
Six shots, clip him, I bet I empty the clip
Pop Smoke on apeshit, but everybody know I'm Crip
I'm armed and dangerous
Ain't no parking at the light, nah, ain't no stainin' us, huh
Keep a K with us
Please don't, please don't play with us, nah
We up it, aimin', uh (grrt)
I'm in the Bugatti, racin', pacer, pace him
Run him down, chase him, Draco, Drac' him
Extendo, 30, Perc' head, 30
808 dirty, air it out, birdie
I keep a Smith n' like Stephen A., picante
In and out different states (woo), duckin' the jakes (duckin' the jakes)
Free Melly Gs, free G Nice
And free Rocky out the cage (all of my niggas), uh (woo)
It's Big 092MLBOA, woo
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4ogUNsrAiv68W9LnD6mJJm | Pop Smoke | Mannequin (feat. Lil Tjay) | TrapHouseMob (woo)
What's rockin', cuz? (Woo, woo, woo, bah)
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still (bah)
This is a Melo Beat (bah, bah), look
Dior on my body (woo, uh)
Head to toe like a mannequin (mannequin)
Amiri denims got them panickin' (woo)
I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta)
If my opps in a foreign (foreign)
Then we shootin' up the Phantom
Dior on my body (uh)
Head to toe like a mannequin
Amiri denims got them panickin'
I pour a four in my Fanta
If my opps in a foreign (grrt)
Then we shootin' up the Phantom (bah)
Big Glock up on my hip (woo)
That mean I don't ever slip (woo)
Run up on me, I'ma whack a nigga
Clap a nigga, skate off in the whip (bah)
Gucci foreign, see the drip (Uh?)
Fifty-five hundred the 'fit (woo)
55K on my wrist (bah)
I'm tired of jackin', my money legit (grrt)
Trav' got the Urus, Boy got the Huracan
I got the Range, and all of them paid
I'm from the Floss, I'm a double G
And I know 'bout puttin' in pain
I spent fifty on my left wrist (woo)
Another hundred on the chain (woo)
Try to reach and we takin' shots close range (bah)
Baow, bang, hit his brain (woo, woo)
Catch me an opp, I'ma treat him and beat him and show him he lame (grrt)
I lost my brother, shit won't be the same
Ever since then, I been goin' insane (bah)
Do it for Smelly, I do it for gang
And nina gon' wet 'em up, show 'em my pain (grrt)
Big Louboutin for the steppin'
Big .38 for the weapon
And I catch a case for nothin' (nothin')
I back the Wraith for nothin' (for nothin')
Gas 'em up, Getty (Getty)
Rock steady, rock steady (steady)
Shots hit your belly (woo)
Runtz pack got me deady (woo)
Checks, Chevy
Swing at BOA, we ready
R.I.P. them fallen soldiers
Screamin' free my nigga Melly (grrt)
All this shit been in my mind
Smokin' dope, I'm gettin' deady (woo, woo)
Lotta pressure's on my shoulders
Steady movin', but it's heavy (grrt)
I was posted by the deli
Any means to get it, early morning, I was ready (bah)
Think I fell in love with fetti
She give super neck, I think I fell in love with Betty (woo, woo)
Tati ate it like spaghetti
I ain't even mean to say it, but I'm bein' petty
2020, vision steady
You know I ain't finna hesi'
Crossover for the cheddy
Dior on my body (uh)
Head to toe like a mannequin (mannequin)
Amiri denims got them panickin' (woo)
I pour a four in my Fanta (Fanta)
If my opps in a foreign (foreign)
Then we shootin' up the Phantom
Dior on my body (uh)
Head to toe like a mannequin
Amiri denims got them panickin'
I pour a four in my Fanta
If my opps in a foreign (grrt)
Then we shootin' up the Phantom (bah)
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4dFPHN0Yf3eG9SNU84y5a5 | Pop Smoke | Dreaming | Uh, come on, baddie
Pull up, yo, what you doin'? (TrapHouse Mob)
Pull up, look (This is a Melo beat)
Wait, wait
Woo, yeah, yeah, that shit right there
Let me see some' (uh-huh)
Woo back, baby
Talk to me nice, look
Perc' 30 (perc'), dreamin' (dreamin', I'm on Cloud 9)
Know that I'm dreamin' (know that I'm dreamin')
Pour a four (pour a four, lil' nigga), leanin' (leanin')
Know that I'm leanin' (uh? Woo)
Walk in, 30 (got a whole lotta bags), Neiman
I'm up in Neiman (this shit fly)
Poppy lurkin' (yeah, I'm lurkin', nigga), schemin' (woo)
Know that I'm schemin' (bah)
Amiri the denims, got ninas attached
Big body Benz, I got tree in the back
Scope on the Glock and it hit like a MAC
I can't fuck with these hoes 'cause these bitches is trash
I like my bitches classy
She suck on my balls, she nasty
She open her legs, gymnastics
She make it disappear, magic
Christian Louboutin spikes on my feet
Red bottoms when I walk in the street (Pop Smoke)
I'm the one they wanna meet (Pop Smoke)
They know I'ma bring the heat (Pop Smoke)
They wanna fuck with the team (Pop Smoke)
Bad bitches, that's my thing (Pop Smoke)
11 karats on the ring (Pop Smoke)
Mike Amiri, Billie Jean
Perc' 30 (woo), dreamin' (grrt)
Know that I'm dreamin' (baow)
Pour a four (uh?), leanin' (woo, woo)
Know that I'm leanin' (uh?)
Walk in, 30 (grrt), Neiman (bah)
I'm up in Neiman (woo)
Poppy lurkin' (yeah, I'm lurkin', nigga), schemin' (woo)
Know that I'm schemin' (woo, woo, woo, look)
Ski mask, Jason (Jason)
Glock 9, laser (laser)
Me and my bitch chase him (chase him)
If I don't got it, she gon' tase him (tase him)
Grab him up, shake him (shake him)
I don't fuck with no pigs, no bacon (bacon)
As-salāmu 'alaykum (woo)
All my cars paid off
Talk to the general (woo, woo)
Niggas know I'm the boss (baow)
These niggas need perico (uh?)
They don't got the sauce (woo, woo)
You know what that Henny do (grrt, boom)
Talk out your mind and we endin' you
Hit your body, do a flip or two (woo)
Know I'm a dog, I'm an animal (grrt)
Perc' 30 (woo), dreamin' (grrt)
Know that I'm dreamin' (baow)
Pour a four (uh?), leanin' (woo, woo)
Know that I'm leanin' (uh?)
Walk in, 30 (grrt), Neiman (bah)
I'm up in Neiman (woo)
Poppy lurkin' (yeah, I'm lurkin', nigga), schemin' (woo)
Know that I'm schemin' (woo, woo, woo)
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6AIvtfUPf3bUxCOV9SgE5d | Pop Smoke | She Got A Thing | Uh, woo, haha
♪
Fuck it up (AXL, fuck it up), stick it out (stick it out)
Throw it back (throw it back), for these racks (for these racks)
Poke it out (poke it out), stick it out (stick it out)
Throw it back (throw it back), for these riches (grrt, bah)
She got a thing for niggas with money (hahahaha)
She got a thing for niggas with money (uh, uh)
Poke it out (poke it out)
Stick it out (stick it out), throw it back (throw it back, uh)
I got the baddest bitch out of the city (woo)
She got my name on top of her titty (uh, uh)
I do my dance when I get jiggy (hah, jiggy)
I do my dance, I feel like I'm Shiggy (Shiggy, Shiggy, Shiggy)
Hit the pole, do a trick (do a trick)
Climb on top (climb on top), do a split (do a split, woo)
She wanna do it on my dick (yeah, hahaha)
Sit on my Amiris, I told her look out for the stick (stick, stick, stick)
Baby (baby), let me (let me)
See somethin' (see somethin'), okay (okay)
Two bad (two bad), bitches (bitches)
Goin' (goin'), both ways (both ways)
Woo, she gon' do it for these bands (hah, do it for these bands)
She make it clap like how I do both of my hands
Fuck it up (fuck it up), stick it out (stick it out)
Throw it back (throw it back), for these racks (for these racks)
Poke it out (poke it out), stick it out (stick it out)
Throw it back (throw it back), for these riches (grrt, bah)
She got a thing for niggas with money (hahahaha)
She got a thing for niggas with money (uh, uh)
Poke it out (poke it out)
Stick it out (stick it out), throw it back (throw it back)
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1wXN2YC8tTGK5J1wOn55TO | Pop Smoke | War (feat. Lil Tjay) - Bonus | Traphouse Mob (Woo)
If I want it, I'ma grab it (Baow)
If I want it, I'ma have it (Woo, woo)
Christian Dior, Christian Dior
I'm up in all the stores
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
My niggas wit' it
Money floor, run up them digits
I know niggas mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we'll never forget it
I ever get booked, I'ma cricket
Get it and flip it
Henny right here, I'ma sip it
You try me it's shots at your biscuit
24 hip it, I'ma just 24 hip it
'Cause bro said, "Don't ever forget it"
Gang with me, anywhere I pop out know the thang with me
Every nigga here with me gon' bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin' insane with me
Bodies dropping that shit ain't a thing to me
Smokin' deadies, I'm rollin' up lame niggas
Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
Clean the mess, we leave the remains, nigga
Surely business ain't playin' no games
Fuck all this fame, nigga
You will get flamed, nigga
Don't you front, I got aim, nigga
I saw homies that fuck with my brain, nigga
I be feelin' like goin' insane, nigga
I just got me a check, now my chain bigger
You gon' die for the stain, nigga
When you sent me the addy, I came, nigga
Only me and my main niggas
You ain't ready for static don't play, nigga
We could hit you today, nigga
If you makin' your bed better lay, nigga
There ain't too much to say, nigga
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it (Look)
I got 30 shots for any nigga who want it (Facts)
Me and Tjay, we be huntin' (Woo)
I don't talk much 'cause niggas know how we comin' (Bah)
Niggas know I be dumpin' (Grrt)
Glock 9, dumpin' (Dumpin')
Run Ricky, runnin' (Runnin')
Blue face, hunnids (Hunnids)
Know I'm the bill collector (Woo)
Pull up, what's crackin'? Gun get to blastin'
Talk on my name and we wildin' out
All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (Ashin')
Puff, puff, ain't no passin' (Passin')
You gon' end up in a casket (Casket)
'Cause niggas know what we into
I get to drillin', I'm sittin', I'm killin'
I'm sittin' if I get the feelin' (You will be dead)
I call Trav war bet he clap twos (Woo)
Sip Remy like he Papoose
Have him stay still like a statue (Statue)
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down, he a goner
Headshot, no warnin' (Know we run down, little nigga)
It's a man down when it's pourin' (Right now)
Gang spinnin', early mornin'
I don't get mad, I get money (Flex)
What you lookin' at, little dummy? (What you lookin' at?)
I start buckin' teeth like I'm Bunny (Blaow!)
And I back the Wraith out for nothin'
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
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1dnsojUNfvhiztcITLzruj | Pop Smoke | Wolves (with NAV) | Traphouse Mob
♪
Swirv (Haha, ha)
♪
Pop Smoke, look
Doin' shit you can't believe (Yeah)
Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz (With the Gz)
NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze
Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's
Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go)
Heard that they dropped the witness, I'm just sippin' my tea (Hmm)
I ain't take a patdown, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah)
Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
Look, I said I'm really real in real life
Look, I bet I do what I want
I know the owner to the club
That's why I got in with my pump
I'm really real in real life
I fuck your bitch if I feel like (Woo)
'Cause we do what we want
How we want, whenever we want
Flex on these niggas, they know I'm the topic
Hundred bands in my pocket
You ain't a rich nigga, stop it
All this green up on me like a Goblin
If you tellin', I'm tellin' 'em to pop it
Call up the Batman, I'm robbin' (Swish)
Big .38 with a silencer
I got so much bodies, they pilin' up (Grr)
I like a blue-haired bitch (Woo)
I got a new year whip (Ice)
She love the way that I put it down (Ice, ice)
She fell in love with these hundred rounds
Shit you can't believe (Yeah)
Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz (With the Gz)
NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze
Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's
Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go)
Heard that they dropped the witness, I'm just sippin' my tea (Hmm)
I ain't take a patdown, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah)
Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
Bitch get naked in my presidential suite (Yeah), yeah
Poppin' off tags, every day wear a brand new tee (Yeah, no cap), yeah
Grew up, I turned into the G I wanna be (Be), yeah
Got a timepiece, but the time, I cannot see (Yeah)
Dropped a bag, they covered his body up with a sheet (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up on the block, they left him in the middle of the street
Rest in piss, I hope his family losin' sleep (Rest in piss)
Keep my eyes open, I kill his cousin if he come for me, yeah
Any second on the clock, I'm sippin' on Wock' (Wock'), yeah
Say he want smoke, drop a bag, everybody get shot, yeah
Anytime we leave the club these bitches gon' flock (Flock), yeah
Keep makin' hits, I'ma keep 'em on my jock (Yeah)
Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz (With the Gz)
NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze
Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's
Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go)
Heard that they dropped the witness, I'm just sippin' my tea (Hmm)
I ain't take a patdown, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah)
Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
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5R9k9x85lAYbamdUoKAJvj | Pop Smoke | Dior (with Gunna) - Remix | Traphouse Mob
Huh, roll another one
Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing (this is a Melo beat)
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven (huh)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (aw, shit), huh
Oh, you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man)
Shake some', huh
Shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
When I walk in the spot, .30 on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I'm paid
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit
I can't fuck with these niggas 'cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin' dick
All in my comments and screamin' my name
While I'm in the club, throwin' them 100s and 50s and ones and ones
Pop Smoke, they know I'm wildin'
If I'm on the island, I'm snatchin' the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail
Until he free, I'm raisin' hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin' state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don't come out your mouth, you know I'm like that
I'll make a movie like TNT
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin' in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections
All the bad bitches in my direction
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr (GunWunna)
New Givenchy, new Givenchy
Hop out the Quattroporte
Walk in Fendi rockin' Fendi
F print on the corduroys (corduroys)
I pull up Aventador ('ador)
I lift up the doors ajar (doors ajar)
These broke niggas shoppin' at Ross (Ross)
We back in Dior, Dior (Dior, Dior, Christian Dior)
I got Valentino denim (denim)
Brand-new Mike Amiri denim (denim)
And these Ricky Owens denims (denim)
I drop the bag, they gonna hit 'em (hit 'em)
This baddie wanna pop a Skittle (Skittle)
I'm tired of niggas tellin' riddles (riddles)
Take that foreign, whippin' through the ghetto (skrrt)
ZO6 'Vette slime green, ridin' 911 Porsche yellow (skrrt)
Plain Patek and an AP, they got 50 pointers in the bezel (bezel)
Speedin', whippin' like Toretto (Toretto)
Push these Pradas to the pedal (yeah)
Make her swallow down the middle (the middle)
We some giants, niggas little
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Traphouse Mob
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7knEYd7b0UcbjgChHX7QBq | Pop Smoke | Like Me (with PnB Rock) | You ain't never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one
She feelin' me, she say, "You so wavy, boy, you sexy, yeah, you fire"
Look, I'm like what's cracking, she like, "Pop, I got a man"
I'm like, "Damn, how you know me?", say she got me on the 'Gram
I say, "Look, I understand, but baby, I'm the fan
'Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land"
She say, "What's that on your face?", and I say, "It's a cold world"
Way you biting your lips though got me like, "Oh, girl"
Get money and stay aggressive, baby it's your world
Martin talking to Gina, baby, you go, girl
Who you with? I'm with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers
All them scammers and the killers who I hang with
Yeah, I taste good, ain't no onions on my sandwich
I'm 823 and everybody know I'm sanctioned
Why? 'Cause if I shoot, I'ma shoot that, woo and I'ma woo back
Yeah, I'm from the Floss, you know the language
I put it on the table so that everything is clear
Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ear
She like, "Send me a text"
At the end of the night she was laid up in the bed
Lifting up her dress had her bent up over the ledge
Kissing on her neck when she went to give me head
What's next? Look
Let me fuck you, let me suck you, let me eat you, let me hold you
Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga supposed to
If you ain't know I had the power, let me show you
Shark on your plate, we eating dinner at Nobu
You ain't never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one
She said, "Boy you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire"
You ain't never met another nigga like me
Keep it real, girl, I'm looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say, "Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire"
I'ma call you every day at 12 o' clock, "How you doin'?" like Wendy
About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi
I'ma treat you right as long as you let me
Louboutin and Giuseppes, all I do is chase fetti
Know I ride with that semi, so let me know when you ready
I'ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collecting funds
Grabbing on your ass, got a Rollie on my wrist
Baby, you could bring a friend, that's when the party begin
All them tigers on my collar, ain't always just been Gucci
Riding past your block, bumping YFN Lucci
You saying talking is cheap, so you know I had to prove it
So I make this song so you can add it to your music
I'm top tier, yeah, I ain't never kept it Nancy
But like Jamie Foxx, I'ma always keep you Fancy
Gucci trench, feel like fishing gear
Put me on any block, you know I'ma get it there
You ain't never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one
She said, "Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire"
You ain't never met another nigga like me
Keep it real, girl, I'm looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say, "Boy you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire"
You fire, yeah, yeah
You fire, ooh, ooh
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3VmlVABdTtxUfTl2KkMw64 | Pop Smoke | Armed N Dangerous | Look, look
I'm armed and dangerous
Ain't no parking at the light, nah, ain't no stainin' us, huh
Keep a K with us
Please don't, please don't play with us, nah
We up it, aimin', uh (Grrt)
Ain't no hidin', flossy, baby, that's where I be (Ah, ah)
Lymie, if you lookin' for me, you can find me (Find me)
Try me (Try me), niggas know that I'm grimy (Grimy)
Niggas know I'm on timin' (Woo), big body like a lineman (Woo)
I know how to vibe (Vibe, vibe), but no I ain't cool (Cool, cool)
Look at me funny (Look at me funny)
Bet I'll shoot up the room (Bet I'll shoot up the room)
Shoot out the coupe (Coupe), I let it boom (I let it boom)
Nah (Nah, woo), I don't play with these niggas, never (Never)
Play with it
Niggas know I keep a K with it
Ace Makaveli (Bah), wavin' it, wavin' it
All my apes on the loose (Nah)
Ain't no tamin' em, tamin' 'em (Nah, woo)
Step in the game and start changin' it, changin' it
Spin through your block, Tetris, bend it, bend it
All the opps want a shot, Beckham, Beckham, Beckham
If I don't got the chop, deck 'em, deck 'em, deck 'em
Got some brand new chops, test 'em, test 'em, test 'em
It's an opp in the spot
There he go, over there chillin' with his bitch
Point him out, where he at? Jeremi's gon' give the assist (Yeah)
Six shots, clip him, I bet I empty the clip
Pop Smoke on apeshit, but everybody know I'm Crip
I'm armed and dangerous
Ain't no parking at the light, nah, ain't no stainin' us, huh
Keep a K with us
Please don't, please don't play with us, nah
We up it, aimin', uh (Grrt)
I'm in the Bugatti, racin', pacer, pace him
Run him down, chase 'him, Draco, Drac' him
Extendo, thirty, Perc' head, 30
808 dirty, air it out, birdie
I keep a Smith n' like Stephen A., picante
In and out different states (Woo)
Duckin' the jakes (Duckin' the jakes)
Free Melly Gs, free G Nice
And free Rocky out the cage (All of my niggas), uh (Woo)
It's Big 092MLBOA, woo
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4wVuGccjXDNf9sWWVajkpk | Pop Smoke | 100k On A Coupe (feat. Calboy) | Yeah, yeah, hunnid thousand on a coupe, yeah, yeah
I'm with some killers, my niggas'll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah
This is a Melo beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Hunnid thousand on a coupe, yeah, yeah
I'm with some killers, my niggas'll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah
I'm still havin' fights with some demons, don't know what to do, yeah, yeah
I did some shit in the streets, momma you never knew, yeah, yeah
Hunnid thousand on a coupe, yeah, yeah
I'm with some killers, my niggas'll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah
I'm still havin' fights with some demons, don't know what to do, yeah, yeah
I did some shit in the streets, momma you never knew, yeah, yeah
Look, be on my tail, like peanut butter
Windows is tinted, can't see nothin'
I'm strapped with a laser if he want it (yeah)
Put a Glock on your head, you a phenom (hey)
And I got a hundred round drum, don't get caught at the light (hey, hey)
It could be your life, it's a scary sight (hey, hey)
Look, it's a state of emergency, I know you heard of me
I'm stone cold, ain't no hurtin' me
I ain't with the foolery, I keep a tool on me
'Cause I got a couple K and some jewelry, nigga, talk for what (oh no, no, no)
In my Glock got trust, you got the Woos fucked up
Leave that boy in the dust (ayy, gang)
Hunnid thousand on a coupe, yeah, yeah
I'm with some killers, my niggas'll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah
I'm still havin' fights with some demons, don't know what to do, yeah, yeah
I did some shit in the streets, momma you never knew, yeah, yeah
Hunnid thousand on a coupe, yeah, yeah
I'm with some killers, my niggas'll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah
I'm still havin' fights with some demons, don't know what to do, yeah, yeah
I did some shit in the streets, momma you never knew, yeah, yeah
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4m2KzbRNBgL53fGzfCEPA0 | Pop Smoke | Drive The Boat | Tell 'em drive the boat
Chokin' on Henny
Tell 'em drive the boat
Wait, woo back baby, wait
Tell 'em drive the boat
Tilt your head back baby
Tell 'em drive the boat
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Look, she fell in love with the woos
She off that 1942
She walk in the room, she picking and choosing
I'm the one she chose
She feeling tipsy
I'm 'bout to suck on her titty
I'm in all the stores, if I got it, I spend it
Said I hop in a Wraith
Couple thots in the Wraith
Race, I do the dash on the jakes
Taste, yeah she love how I taste
I bolted straight after I nut on her face
She smoking opps to the face
Tell 'em drive the boat
Chokin' on Henny
Tell 'em drive the boat
Wait, woo back baby, wait
Tell 'em drive the boat
Tilt your head back baby
Tell 'em drive the boat
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
If she suck it proper, then she get Chanel
I'm fresh out on bail
She love that Casa Azul
Her pussy wet like a pool
I'll have a Perc for dinner
Sinna, winna, Pop Smoke, killin'
I look at the opps like, damn homie
You used to be the man, homie
You was smoking all that shit
Now you a fan homie
Woo with me, I ain't twirlin'
Got your boo with me
Hundred thousand worth of jewelry
Drive the boat, act a fool with me
Tell 'em drive the boat
Chokin' on Henny
Tell 'em drive the boat
Wait, woo back baby, wait
Tell 'em drive the boat
Tilt your head back baby
Tell 'em drive the boat
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
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0JhonNQL2ixH1JcsgEj4Hn | Pop Smoke | War | Traphouse Mob (Woo)
If I want it, I'ma grab it (Baow)
If I want it, I'ma have it (Woo, woo)
Christian Dior, Christian Dior
I'm up in all the stores
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
My niggas wit' it
Money floor, run up them digits
I know niggas mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we'll never forget it
I ever get booked, I'ma cricket
Get it and flip it
Henny right here, I'ma sip it
You try me it's shots at your biscuit
24 hip it, I'ma just 24 hip it
'Cause bro said, "Don't ever forget it"
Gang with me, anywhere I pop out know the thang with me
Every nigga here with me gon' bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin' insane with me
Bodies dropping that shit ain't a thing to me
Smokin' deadies, I'm rollin' up lame niggas
Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
Clean the mess, we leave the remains, nigga
Surely business ain't playin' no games
Fuck all this fame, nigga
You will get flamed, nigga
Don't you front, I got aim, nigga
I saw homies that fuck with my brain, nigga
I be feelin' like goin' insane, nigga
I just got me a check, now my chain bigger
You gon' die for the stain, nigga
When you sent me the addy, I came, nigga
Only me and my main niggas
You ain't ready for static don't play, nigga
We could hit you today, nigga
If you makin' your bed better lay, nigga
There ain't too much to say, nigga
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it (Look)
I got 30 shots for any nigga who want it (Facts)
Me and Tjay, we be huntin' (Woo)
I don't talk much 'cause niggas know how we comin' (Bah)
Niggas know I be dumpin' (Grrt)
Glock 9, dumpin' (Dumpin')
Run Ricky, runnin' (Runnin')
Blue face, hunnids (Hunnids)
Know I'm the bill collector (Woo)
Pull up, what's crackin'? Gun get to blastin'
Talk on my name and we wildin' out
All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (Ashin')
Puff, puff, ain't no passin' (Passin')
You gon' end up in a casket (Casket)
'Cause niggas know what we into
I get to drillin', I'm sittin', I'm killin'
I'm sittin' if I get the feelin' (You will be dead)
I call Trav war bet he clap twos (Woo)
Sip Remy like he Papoose
Have him stay still like a statue (Statue)
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down, he a goner
Headshot, no warnin' (Know we run down, little nigga)
It's a man down when it's pourin' (Right now)
Gang spinnin', early mornin'
I don't get mad, I get money (Flex)
What you lookin' at, little dummy? (What you lookin' at?)
I start buckin' teeth like I'm Bunny (Blaow!)
And I back the Wraith out for nothin'
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
Nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all living lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
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6N4oAz9vM1VU2oCjLrLxnZ | Pop Smoke | Meet the Woo | This is a Melo beat
Baby girl come and meet the woo
She know we keep a tool
Big knockin' on my body
Watch who you speaking to
(Girl, watch who you speaking to)
Baby girl come and meet the woo
Big knockin' on my body
The beat went off?
I call Ace Makaveli, got treesh in the 'telly
Shawty wan' fuck off a glass of some Henny
Don't call my phone, got the feds on my celly
Fly to Miami, put dick in her belly
Wanna make bread, tell her open up Welly
TD, OA, Tander, Citi, Chevy (Woo)
Pull up in Rovers, catch him, it's over
Spinnin' like Julius Sover
Shoot down Hawthorne
Shooting like Korver, put that boy head on his shoulders
Swervin', give em' two shots if he twirlin', uh
Burn him, I promise it's gon' be a murder
If I catch him I hurt him
Sliding, I murk him
Look at that boy lookin' nervous
I got one thing for sure, I got two things for certain
Wrap that boy up in a curtain, uh
Touchy, I drop 38 on his touchy
I made it flip off this uppy
I turned that boy to a duppy, uh
Balmain, True blue, Ocean
Mystery, potion
Back out, toast him, Pop Smoke
Run him, over, over, over
Baby girl, come and meet the woo
She know we keep a tool
Big knockin' on my body
Watch who you speaking to
(Girl, watch who you speaking to)
Baby girl come and meet the woo
Big knockin' on my body
Watch who you speaking to
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4dpgUETtAY1YLAHulN0UtP | Pop Smoke | Welcome To The Party | This is a Melo beat
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the Lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party (Uh?)
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch I'm a thot, get me lit
Gun on my hip
One in the head, ten in the clip
Baby, baby don't trip
Just lower your tone, 'cause you could get hit
Don't let that Henny in my system (Nah)
I catch a body, next day I forget it (Next day I forget it)
Nigga, Dread just caught a body (Nigga, Dread just caught a body)
And that's on the gang, nigga, I was just with him
Free all my rilla niggas, all my villain niggas
All my killer niggas out the cage
Since a youngin', nigga, I been drillin' niggas
Ma I'm sorry I'm stuck up in my ways
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit with this big chip, I had to get paid
And it's 10k to go on stage and you know the treesh gettin' laid
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the Lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party (Uh?)
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch I'm a thot, get me lit
Gun on my hip
One in the head, ten in the clip
Baby, baby don't trip
Just lower your tone, 'cause you could get hit
It's Big O92MLBO, I make a call and it's war
I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord (Uh?)
Got a bad bitch from overseas
Got a ten pack up in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores (Uh?)
Don't try and run up on my V
I knock a nigga out his sneaks, while I'm shellin' down his V (Uh?)
Double G for the T
No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car swizz cheese
Neno cooler than a cooler he still a outer he don't settle for nothing (Uh?)
Bluffin', pussy boy stop all that bluffin'
Three-eighty hold a ruler, I know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothing
Run Ricky, yeah he runnin', run Ricky, yeah he runnin'
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the Lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party (Uh?)
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch I'm a thot, get me lit
Gun on my hip
One in the head, ten in the clip
Baby, baby don't trip
Just lower your tone, 'cause you could get hit
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1EGnSeCByNJ3w4R3lEI7ML | Pop Smoke | Hawk Em | Traphouse Mob
Uh, ha, ha
Big, what up?
Trav, what up? (This is a Melo beat)
Yo, Boof, what up?
It's big 092MLBOA (Free Nappy Blue), uh
K with it, K with it (uh, Free D-Nice, Free Clax)
Niggas know that we don't play with it (R.I.P. all them, free the guys)
Big .38 gon' hawk 'em
Two stripes, sauce it (woo, woo)
Bentley, park it (uh)
Hit him up if he Team Larkin (baow)
I keep a TEC when I'm walkin' (grrt)
Hands off the whip when I'm parking, uh
It's still Amiri for the denim
I bet I send 'em to heaven (woo)
They take advantage if you let 'em, uh
Blue dot, stalking (stalking)
I like my white opps blue, uh (woo, woo)
K with it, K with it
'Cause I got some black ops too
Walk in, walk out (grrr, baow)
What the fuck is all the talk 'bout? (Uh)
I bet I shake up the room (woo)
Get straight passion (whole lotta passion)
Zip 'em up, bag 'em (uh)
Louis V, Louis V, Louis V
SP, suvy (grrr, baow)
I bet he make the movie (woo, woo)
I bet he clap your kufi (woo)
K with it
Niggas know that we don't play with it (grrt)
I make an action movie
Raining, pouring (rrr)
Say the wrong thing and we on 'em
Three stripes, chalk 'em (grrt)
Lightning, thunder
And bro just beat a body
They tried to give him a quarter
Earthquake, cordless (grrt, baow)
Pop Smoke, gorgeous
I'm a gentleman and gangster
Double G
Niggas know there's only one of me
Big .38 gon' hawk 'em (woo)
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46V7dK58pu2hi8xs2l9XIy | Pop Smoke | Better Have Your Gun | See, because I am going to kill the fuckery over there
And people is going to be in demand of all the truth (Uh)
When you come to flossy (When you come to flossy)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
What's the key to the block? (What's the key to the block?)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Disrespect the gang (Disrespect the gang)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you dropping the woo (Or you dropping the woo)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Talk down on my name (Talk down on my name)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you reach for the chain (Reach for the chain)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
If you step on my Diors, Diors (Diors)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you laugh at my pain (Laugh at my pain)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun), look
You shot in the air, is you scared of me?
2Pacs, I ain't mad at you
Shot a -, he was laughing, huh
The same n- crying after, huh
Put a p- on a platter, huh
Shot your mans and now they adding up
Your mans down and now you mad as fuck
I fucked your - and then I'm passing her
What the fuck is you telling me? I got the pedigree
In the hood, I'm fighting felonies
It's a whole bunch of jealousy in the air
What the - a n- telling me?
Shoot a -, go to jail for it
'Cause I know I got the bail for it
For my gun, I'll die for it
Get on the stand and lie for it
Half rapper, half drug dealer
Got a bird up on my wrist
Brought the McLaren to the hood
- Can't get into this
Late nights in Puerto Rico
Breaking down a half a kilo
Eating chicharon with the people
Having an orgy with-
When you come to flossy (When you come to flossy)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
What's the key to the block? (What's the key to the block?)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Disrespect the gang (Disrespect the gang)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you dropping the woo (Or you dropping the woo)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Talk down on my name (Talk down on my name)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you reach for the chain (Reach for the chain)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
If you step on my Diors, Diors (Diors)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you laugh at my pain (Laugh at my pain)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun), look
N- talking 'bout a rhyme, I'm talking 'bout guns and crime
I'm f- with you and yours
If you think that you f- with mines
I'm a diamond in the rough, all I wanna do is shine
Late nights up in the 9, just know I keep a nine
I ain't with the b- and snitching
I ain't with the politicking
Rather sit up in the jail
Or swim with the fishes
You ain't gon' ever catch me slipping
Off the 'Trón, I be sipping
Stove hot, I be whipping
Lot of heat up in kitchen
In the hills up in Cali
Pink Runtz, smoking mad weed
F- on a lil' mama
Lightskin with a jatty
I ain't a gangster if you ask me
But lil' n-, don't put it past me
I put your body on standby
While I blow a dub like Max B
When you come to flossy (When you come to flossy)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
What's the key to the block? (What's the key to the block?)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Disrespect the gang (Disrespect the gang)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you dropping the woo (Or you dropping the woo)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Talk down on my name (Talk down on my name)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you reach for the chain (Reach for the chain)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
If you step on my Diors, Diors (Diors)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Or you laugh at my pain (Laugh at my pain)
Better have your gun (Better have your gun)
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Traphouse Mob
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5Evn9HZVpqpKDV0nkWlPmx | Pop Smoke | Scenario | Traphouse Mob
Uh
Shout out my fifty clock n-, my hundred clock n-
Big 092MLBOA 'til they switch, uh
FTO sh-, free Jeezy, free Clutch, free Melly Gs, man
Tay-K, what up? Traff, what up? Uh
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing 'em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I'm drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing 'em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I'm drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
I don't know why these fifty n-s talkin' hot
There be no fifty n-s on the scene
I got like fifty rounds up in that clip
I put that fifty clip up to your beam
Then let it bang for nothing
10K in back the Wraith for nothin'
Zanotti got shot and he sang for nothin'
Hope the lawyer beat the case, a hundred
Nigga, I'm the Big Fuu, Big 092
I spent like four racks on Amiris
What the fuck they gon' tell me? Y'all n-s leery
Step back for the three like I'm Curry (Swish)
N-, I'm a big Suvy, I make a movie
Pull up and clap, you goofy
N-, I make an action movie, I make an action movie
Pul up to TD in i8
If we all getting money, then why hate?
Smoove Heasy the renty
That boy is too benty
He 'bout to go f- up the crime rate
I got twenty-twos up in my coupe
Act up in the school, we pull up, we give him the boot
And I'm big flossy woo
No construction, but a n- know I got the tool
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing 'em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I'm drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing 'em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I'm drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
Said I'm never lacking, always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon' send 'em to Heaven
Pull up, what's crackin', n-, what you jackin'?
Find his body up on Channel 11
Bag him up, groceries
Ain't no exposing me, ain't no controlling me
No, we don't f- with them people
If I want you dead, then you dead
You know I got guns in the bed
Know I got one in the head
Free the caged whale up out the cage
Brody got locked for attempt
Ready, set, go
It's big 092 MLBOA
Hit that boy up in a GLA
Fly down your block like an eagle
And I'm so stuck in my ways
And I can't forget about the apes (Swish)
We gon' send shots where you stay
We gon' send shots where you lay
All the opps like, "Pop who?"
But I bet they wanna be Pop Smoke
Give him hot shells like taco
I'm big woo the flex, nigga, not cho
And I'm still swerving from potholes
And I'm still shooting at Tahoes
Everybody know I rock soft
Bad bitches, yeah, I got those
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing 'em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I'm drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing 'em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I'm drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
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0XUVjWfvGbEvhGmt2cilWj | Pop Smoke | Feeling | Traphouse Mob
♪
Traphouse Mob
Uh, look
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
Lightning, thunder, put 'em under
Back out, brush 'em, I got that drill 'em now feeling
I got that cash out feeling, I got that touchdown feeling
I got that back out, get 'em, if you gon' run up with 'em
Big .38, hawk 'em, big Benz, ain't no walking
I ain't really with the talking
I got that drill 'em now feeling
I got that run 'em down feeling
I got that kill 'em now feeling
I make 'em spin around spinning
Know my gun get around, get 'em
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
I got that big bag feeling
I got that tre pound feeling
EMS, get 'em now feeling
I got that man down feeling
I got that yellow tape feeling
Bullets gon' penetrate feeling
I got that drop them rakes feeling
Tell that pussy nigga move up
I spent fifty on a jeweler
Niggas know that I be jeweled up
Don't make a body go missing
Niggas know that I be tooled up
Glock-30 with a ruler
Since a youngin', been a ooter
Niggas know that boy a shooter
Don't make me go smooth up
A-23, sanction
Everybody know I'm woo'd up
That's a Ruger with a Ruger
That's a shooter with a shooter
I got that sit 'em down feeling
Get up, can't sit around feeling
I got that drill 'em now feeling
Get up and drill 'em now feeling
Lightning, thunder, I got a drill 'em now feeling
Back out, brush 'em, no, I can't sit around feeling
♪
This is a Melo beat
Mom, Moneyevery's making beats again
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3rrZDEK0VOFSIi9pPd6kNl | Pop Smoke | PTSD | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ayy
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter V
They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home
It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missiles
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down they door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout?
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there
'Cause when you come from, where I come from, I ain't playin fair
My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear
I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092, niggas know I'm Woo
I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain
Digital dash, I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
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5yZQiE2vZFJYsB4BgOOgIk | Pop Smoke | Brother Man | Rico's going crazy again
Uh, mmh
Ayy, ayy, ooh
This is a Melo beat
Look, uh
♪
Uh, uh
Look, look
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
Big guns, bake 'em, bake 'em
Run down, chase 'em, chase 'em
Hold 'em for ransom, take 'em, take 'em
Dropping them rakes, rake 'em, rake 'em
G check, check in
Kickback, Tekken
I'm a giant, Beckham
All of my - get reckless
If I call Dread, then you dead (Woo, woo)
'Cause he on what we on
Cowboy Dior
Sun out, tee on (Woo, woo)
Flea on, flea on
Yeah, I got my flea on
If you don't like me, damn it
I'm in and out Phantoms
Get mad, tantrum
It can get lit like a candle
Bust it up, Tander
Fuck all the 'opps, random
I know how to fight, tango
You get found in the trash, scandal
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
Please don't talk out yo mouth
Bet I air it, hit anyone near you
Stand tall, p-, I dare you
Clean it up, I'll have somebody take care of you
Watch him get hit while I'm sitting and staring
I'm with the straights and the apes talking stone to stone
Break backs, I'm talking bones and bones
Hit 'em up then I'm going, I'm gone
Big Patek, yeah, cologne
Pop Smoke famous, up it, aim it
Free Melly G's out the cages
Dangerous, dangerous
Rovers, Ranges, Demons, satan
Get straight cashin', Travy apein'
Two carats, icy, saucing, waving
Caked up, caking, shake 'em, shake it
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I ride for my brothers and only my brothers
You understand, understand
Understand, understand
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
Said I ride for my brothers, woo, woo
Brother man, brother man, look
Said I ride for my brothers
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man
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4GNNXSuRvvJXncs5CbmQAD | Pop Smoke | Welcome To The Party (feat. Nicki Minaj) - Remix | EWOK
MBZ
Queens (this is a Melo beat)
Baby, welcome to the party (uh)
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (get me lit)
Gun on my hip (gun on my hip)
One in the head (one in the head)
Ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip (baby, don't trip)
Just lower your tone (lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit
It's a MAC, fact, I'm in the black 'Bach
We never lack, lack with that strap (ooh)
I'ma drive through but if you back, back
It's gon' clap clap and that's that
I never tap tap if I don't like a hoe
You act act like you like her though
Never backtrack if I ain't fuckin' with you
Can't sit with us but you might can go
All my pretty bitches, high-saditty bitches
Got a milli' bitches on go
All these silly bitches, I'ma kill these bitches
Yo Pop, who the fuck want smoke? (Brr)
Keep-keep it real, you really mad
'Cause your baby dad used to like me though (ooh)
I-I ain't fuck him 'cause I ain't want him
Told him, "Take a hike like a hiker" though
Fendi moon boots, size six
Got me walking 'round like I'm Michael though (yeah)
Paint my hair 'cause I'm Tyson (uh), Jordan, Angelo
Baby, welcome to the party (uh)
Colorful weave and your makeup is beat
And that's how you act just like a Barbie (Barbie)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
He wanna party with Barbie (ooh)
It's Big 092MLBOA (uh), I make a call and it's war
I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord, uh
Got a bad bitch from overseas
Got a ten pack in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores, uh
Don't try and run up on my V
I knock a nigga out his sneaks while I'm shellin' down his V, uh
Double G for the tee
No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese
Neno cooler than cooler, he still an ooter, he don't settle for nothing, uh
Bluffin', pussy boy, stop all that bluffin'
.380 hold a ruler, I know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothing
Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin', run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin'
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (get me lit)
Gun on my hip (gun on my hip)
One in the head (one in the head)
Ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip (baby, don't trip)
Just lower your tone (lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit ('cause you could get hit)
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5RNPPzwwFUg1htOrw5NdRq | Pop Smoke | Welcome To The Party (feat. Skepta) - Remix | This is a Melo beat
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Baby, welcome to the party (Sex)
I got the ecs, the shrooms, the acid, yes, you can see I'm a savage
(Don't try this at home, I'm a savage)
Baby, welcome to the party (Sex)
She pulled up in a Benz, she came with her friend
I told her meet my nigga Bari (Gang)
I'm a villain, I'm feelin' like Carti
Yeah, you see the 'fit, I'ma Die Lit
I beat it, I buss and I dip
I told a witch stop following me
She stalkin' me, she tryna ruin my trip
These niggas run around, screamin' "Gang, gang"
I ain't never seen you on the strip
Never ever had the pebs in your mouth
Never ever had a tool in the whip
Had heavy metal like a bench press
It's a waste of time sendin' death threats
I got love letters I ain't read yet (Sex)
The club close, we ain't left yet
Fuck a dress code, we're the best dressed (Ice)
Double R's in my head rest
Asked her if she's coming and she said yes (Mmm)
That's shopping sprees and the best sex
You're just a silly nigga with your silly raps
Snitchin' on yourself in your verses
I was drivin' home, saw the light was on
Pull up on your girl for a service (Sex)
And when it's showtime, they be takin' money out their purses (Shing)
It's a hundred racks when I touch a stage, how could I ever get nervous?
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)
Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)
One in the head (One in the head)
Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip
Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit
Don't let that Henny in my system (Nah)
I catch a body, next day I forget it (Next day I forget it)
Nigga, Dread just caught a body (Nigga, Dread just caught a body)
And that's on the gang, nigga, I was just with him, look
Free all my rilla niggas, all my villain niggas
All my killer niggas out the cage
Since a youngin, nigga, I been drillin' niggas
Ma, I'm sorry I'm stuck up in my ways
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit
With this big chip, I had to get paid
And it's 10K to go on stage
And you know the treesh gettin' laid
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)
Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)
One in the head (One in the head)
Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip
Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit
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0i56hhAdCCT5KqZIy4pHQ4 | Pop Smoke | Welcome To The Party (feat. Nicki MInaj) - Remix | EWOK
MBZ
Queens (this is a Melo beat)
Baby, welcome to the party (uh)
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (get me lit)
Gun on my hip (gun on my hip)
One in the head (one in the head)
Ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip (baby, don't trip)
Just lower your tone (lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit
It's a MAC, fact, I'm in the black 'Bach
We never lack, lack with that strap (ooh)
I'ma drive through but if you back, back
It's gon' clap clap and that's that
I never tap tap if I don't like a hoe
You act act like you like her though
Never backtrack if I ain't fuckin' with you
Can't sit with us but you might can go
All my pretty bitches, high-saditty bitches
Got a milli' bitches on go
All these silly bitches, I'ma kill these bitches
Yo Pop, who the fuck want smoke? (Brr)
Keep-keep it real, you really mad
'Cause your baby dad used to like me though (ooh)
I-I ain't fuck him 'cause I ain't want him
Told him, "Take a hike like a hiker" though
Fendi moon boots, size six
Got me walking 'round like I'm Michael though (yeah)
Paint my hair 'cause I'm Tyson (uh), Jordan, Angelo
Baby, welcome to the party (uh)
Colorful weave and your makeup is beat
And that's how you act just like a Barbie (Barbie)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
He wanna party with Barbie (ooh)
It's Big 092MLBOA (uh), I make a call and it's war
I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord, uh
Got a bad bitch from overseas
Got a ten pack in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores, uh
Don't try and run up on my V
I knock a nigga out his sneaks while I'm shellin' down his V, uh
Double G for the tee
No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese
Neno cooler than cooler, he still an ooter, he don't settle for nothing, uh
Bluffin', pussy boy, stop all that bluffin'
.380 hold a ruler, I know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothing
Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin', run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin'
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (get me lit)
Gun on my hip (gun on my hip)
One in the head (one in the head)
Ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
Baby, baby, don't trip (baby, don't trip)
Just lower your tone (lower your tone)
'Cause you could get hit ('cause you could get hit)
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5ShYOt1oZz8UXHHG8Sc9lO | Pop Smoke | Meet The Woo | This is a Melo beat
Baby girl, come and meet the woo
She know we keep a tool
Big knockin' on my body
Watch who you speaking to
(Girl, watch who you speaking to)
Baby girl, come and meet the woo
Big knockin' on my body
The beat went off?
I call Ace Makaveli, got treesh in the deli
Shawty wan' fuck off a glass of some Henny
Don't call my phone, got the feds on my celly
Flight to Miami, put dick in her belly
Wanna make bread, tell her open up Welly
TD, OA, Tander, Citi, Chevy
Pull up in Rovers, catch him it's over, spinin' like Julius Sover
Shoot down Hawthorne,
Shooting like Korver, put that boy head on his shoulders
Swervin', give em' two shots if he twerlin', uh
Burn him, I promise it's gon' be a murder
If I catch him I hurt him,
Slide him I murk him, look at that boy lookin' nervous
I got one thing for sure,
I got two things for certain, wrap that boy up in a curtain, uh
Touchy, I dropped 38 on this touchy
I made a flip off this uppy
I turned that boy to a duppy, uh
Balmain, true blue, ocean, mystery, potion, back out
Toast him, Pop Smoke, run him, over, over, over (err)
Baby girl, come and meet the woo
She know we keep a tool
Big knockin' on my body
Watch who you speakin' to
(Girl, watch who you speaking to)
Baby girl, come and meet the woo
Big knockin' on my body
Watch who you speakin' to
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26eibHIN0oV4AGuFCbTTm0 | Pop Smoke | MPR | This is a Melo beat (uh)
I need that money, that power, respect (Traphouse Mob)
I need that money, that power, respect (woo)
I need that money, that power, respect
I need that money, that power, respect
I need that money
I need that money, that power, respect (huh)
I need that money, that power, respect
Wait, it's big 092MLBOA (grrt)
GQ, you got a gun, nigga, me too, me too (boom)
Fly down your block like an eagle (eagle)
We make a movie like Regal (boom-boom-boom)
G'd you, no, you can't hide, boy, I see you, see you (see you, nigga)
You ain't gettin' bread nigga, G'd you
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Back out, brush 'em (grrt)
Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (dread)
Gang get to spin early mornin' (woo), no politics, ain't no discussions (boom)
Back out your knife, cut 'em (boom), come to my block, rush 'em
Big Nappy Blue, that's the cig homie and we gon' hurt you if you touch him ('nough said)
Said it's Big Papi stunnin', they see me, start runnin' 'cause they know the gang that I'm reppin' (woo)
Treesha, Dirty Diana, go get a breath mint before you come get a session (woo)
What you know 'bout, what you know 'bout fuckin' up checkses?
.30 (boom), .30 the weapon, gun kickin' like it's Tekken
Woo, woo back, walk in the party with two straps (whoa)
Walk in the party like, "Who that?", say the wrong thing, we gon' shoot that
Shoot first, shoot back (bah), it's automatic when the Woos clap (grrt)
Lotta talk on my name, can't prove that, niggas say I'm a bitch, I'm like, "Who that?"
I come to your block with like two .9s (Traphouse Mob)
Everybody know I'm 92 (92), gun to his head if he die, woo (woo)
If you don't like me, I don't like you, woo, I'm 823 and I'm certified
Know that I'm crip, let that burner fly, I fuck with some M8V3Rs and Maybachs
I fuck with some rollers and Paybaccs, Smoovito, give two shots like free throws
Pick up your shells, then reload (grrt), no, we don't fuck with them people
On the block with a choppa with just me and Trav
We were chillin' with killers and scammer niggas (grrt)
From the Floss to the H to the K to the rock (woo)
Free Melly Gz out the slammer, nigga
OSHA30, yeah, I play with that stick, no construction, I play with that hammer, nigga (boom-boom)
I don't play disrespect, nigga, watch what you say
My .38 never jam, my nigga (grrt), 808 (boom), 808 (bah)
Shoot then I get away, then I go skate in a GLA
Sailed away (bah), brodie got locked, but he out 'cause he puttin' that bail away (bu-bu-bu)
Tell her, "Wait" (yeah), no, I can't fuck you today, so you know that I tell her, "Wait"
Heaven gates, I'm tryna send him to heaven gates
I need that money, that power, respect
I need that money, that power, respect (woo)
I need that money, that power, respect
I need that money, that power, respect
I need that money
I need that money, that power, respect (huh)
I need that money, that power, respect
Wait, it's big 092MLBOA (grrt), GQ
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7mpoOB5YMpPnbllsALgSfr | Pop Smoke | Flexin' | Melo
This is Kamale
Ah, look, what the fuck you got that blicky chain on, nigga?
Take it off (look, look)
All the opp niggas know I be flexin' (flexin')
I did 15 on my check-ins (check-ins)
Big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (steppin')
Big .38 for the weapon (weapon)
Woo, woo
All the opp niggas know I be flexin' (flexin')
I did 15 on my check-ins (check-ins)
Big .38 for the weapon (weapon)
We gon' hit him and finish him, nobody innocent
If you ain't dead better lay down
All the judges giving sentences, free all my menaces
All on the island like, "What now?" (what the fuck is up, nigga?)
Flossy the jungle where niggas gon' rumble
I aim at your head we don't spray ground
We gon' shoot one or two we gon' boom off the room
Back out the chop', we go spray rounds (grrt)
See that .40 on me, roll a forty-clip
I bet I make his ass do forty flips (forty flips)
Sheff G, sauce him up
Sheff G told me, "Sauce him up" (sauce that nigga)
Woo
Fuck KiKi
Tell Shanie he can suck a dick (Bah, bah)
Bullets leaving him sleepy like Hallow
One in the head if a nigga want follow
Niggas only respect you because your brother
Double-punched you and you called your mother
That's what brothers do for one another
That's the only reason I ain't put you under
That double G will make a nigga cry (cry)
Smokin' big KiKi 'til a nigga high
And I can't trust a bitch because these bitches lie
And that's how a couple my niggas died
Yeah, I'm big 092, woo
I'm posted on the lanes I be flossin'
Bentley truck when I'm slidin'
My bitch is exotic, my hands off the wheel when I'm parking
Jamos told me, "Get the cash"
Amiri the denims don't ask what it cost though
He get nailed to the cross if he SRK
Let's talk about it if you feel a way
Nigga everything K
Big 24, don't call me bluff, kick down a door
Big 092, show no remorse
Buyin' designer, all in the stores
Can't get you out, bitch, you a whore
Free all my lil guys, D'usse on the floor
I make a call, bitch and it's war
Two litre Sprite, I pour a four
Pull up TD, I got ten in my jeans
Pop out with me, was on TV
Patek Phillipe, Givenchy tee
I need a mill', been in these streets
Know that I'm Floss, come to the East
LOAB, screamin', "Free Ree" (free Ree)
Shooters in plaza, stay with the sleaze
Or I call a Ape, free Melly Gz
All the opp niggas know I be flexin' (flexin')
I did 15 on my check-ins (check-ins)
Big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (steppin')
Big .38 for the weapon (weapon)
Woo, woo
All the opp niggas know I be flexin' (flexin')
I did 15 on my check-ins (check-ins)
Big .38 for the weapon (weapon)
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4ku8k2uso2lLJsjLJcsAWH | Kings of Convenience | Rumours | I heard them whisper and say
Bad things about you
Accusations, we both know, are wrong
It's not true, what they say about you
It's not true, what they say about you
♪
I know you as generous and kind
They were blind
With the injustice of this crazy world
I know you as humble and fair
How can anyone expect you to
Solve all the problems, addressed to you?
They had too many, and your arms too few
♪
Don't let them tell you, don't let them tell you who you are
Don't let them tell you, don't let them tell you who you are
Don't let thеm tell you, don't let them tеll you who you are
♪
I heard them calling your name
In a way that's supposed to make you feel bad
For the mess your father made
They wanna open your wounds again
Turn the eyes of the world away
From their own well-hidden crimes
I wanna tell you that I love you
But I know you can't hear me now
I know you can't hear me now
Don't let them tell you, don't let them tell you who you are
Don't let them tell you, don't let them tell you who you are
Don't let them tell you, don't let them tell you who you are
♪
Don't let them tell you, don't let them tell you who you are
Don't let them tell you, don't let them tell you who you are
Don't let them tell you, don't let them tell you who you are
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2eqvJD0b9ueAWwb7QSBGCW | Kings of Convenience | Rocky Trail | One more time
Let's say you give me one more time
One last chance to speak again
Let's start from what we left unsaid
And here we go
Brave enough to go climbing a wall so high
That no sunlight is seen through winter
Brave enough to go travelling around the world
Without money to eat or sleep for
Seeing what you can do with your hands and feet
I feel there is no question about it
Almost anything you can imagine, almost any goal, you will get there
♪
I wish you had been more of a talker
Not the kind that is just flapping his lips
And not the kind that looks away
But learns through his eyes when somebody is watching
Maybe you could've told me
There was the world on those shoulders that needed lifting
Maybe I could have helped you with that
The weight is not easy, I know
But you never know
I thought your shoes were good
I thought they would take you to the end of any road
I thought your back was strong
But I should have carried you to the top of the rocky trail (carried you to the top of the rocky trail)
I should have carried you to the top of the rocky trail
♪
How am I to know about your problems and your load?
I am blind to what you show
I am waiting to be told, I never ask
How am I to know about your problems and your load?
I am blind to what you show
I am waiting to be told, I never ask
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4DAPguGrzhM138CXn5d6f0 | Kings of Convenience | Comb My Hair | I've got nothing to say to you
I've got to look ahead
That love that I once felt for you
Is by now as good as dead
No, I'm not fooling anyone
And least of all, myself
I still believe that you will come
And take me back again
♪
What good is it to comb my hair?
It won't be touched by you
Why wake up when you won't be there?
Why go outside? It's lonely there
The sky is full of stars tonight
The air is warm and clear
That silence that I longed to find
Is cold and senseless now, hmm
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5AC6ONQWAa0DlCZPDjuVxC | Kings of Convenience | Angel | Evidence item number one
Was the quietude she didn't choose
Speechless in the face of my suspicion
Where did all the words go?
To where the wind blows
Angel, she's an angel
Though, she might be
I should have put it
Angel, no doubt an angel
Though, she might be
Just slightly promiscuous
♪
Evidence item number two
She looked away, in no good way
She broke free from the chains of freedom
And got hurt in a planned accident
Angel, she's an angel
Though, she might be
Or did I put it?
Angel, no doubt an angel
Though, she might be
Just slightly promiscuous
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0uh23zSWQrq9xPYPEZebXA | Kings of Convenience | Love Is A Lonely Thing | If you want someone to enter in your life
Show a part of your world, they can dream about
It will seem a fair idea, if you make it their idea
Go back to your corner, let them come to you
♪
Patience is the hardest thing you have to learn
Hours seem like oceans when desire burns
Rushing in will ruin all, you must bide your time
Sow a seed in water, wait for love to grow
♪
Love, to you, is given
Love is gifted you
No love can be taken
That love is not true
Love is pain and suffering
Love can bе a lonely thing
Once you've known that magic
Who can livе without it?
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2CioKOaM8dU2VvjYUCNRGx | Kings of Convenience | Fever | Fever, you got fever
'Cause you had too much fun
With someone who now is gone
And can't take care of you
Fever, you got fever
Driving around on your scooter
In Christmas time, with funky clothes
That don't take care of you
Now you feel warm and cold
And warm and cold and warm
♪
Warm and cold and warm and cold and
Warm
Fever, you got fever
A new time for taking care
Of that same one who now is gone
And can't take care of you
Fever, I got fever too
Of a different kind, it makes me want
It makes me crave to be with you
Almost every second of the day
And I feel warm and cold
And warm and cold and warm
♪
Warm and cold and warm and cold and
Warm
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472zpXoji7Y6U7x3gGaRSv | Kings of Convenience | Killers | Killers, won't you come here and kill some time?
I've been sentenced to wait here for hours and days
'Til when maybe she will be mine
The lies that you made up to hide your crime
I could have just sung, tell myself you would come
In a more reassuring tone
♪
The darkness that you carry inside your hearts
And the feeling that gives, to let die or let live
When your play, only has one part
In my play, my part is only one of two
What will happеn to me, is not up to me
It depеnds on what she will choose
♪
Rain that falls upon my window
An infinite circle, drops of the miracle
That brought you into my life
Love is not only what I feel for you
It's the spot in the pasture that's been keeping me up
Right since the day when I fell for you
She's between your time, trying to sleep
Have the sweetest of smell, it's of you, I can tell
And it's all that I have of you
♪
It's the blood that heals the wound
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5O0TJsYHqgRZU4i5NscD8Q | Kings of Convenience | Ask For Help | If you got the will to do it
But you lack the skills to do it good
Aah
Ask for help
If you got a team behind you
But you lack a leader inside of you
Aah
Ask for help
Why is it so crucial who says, if only it gets sung?
Why is it so crucial who does, if only it gets done?
Done, done
♪
Wouldn't it be nice, if you win
To know you couldn't have gotten there on your own?
Wouldn't it be nice, if you lose
To value a choir to sing the blues, with you?
♪
Why is it so crucial who says, if only it gets sung?
Why is it so crucial who does, if only it gets done?
Done, done
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6RJq7ki5vvDnLfn8E6EJVV | Kings of Convenience | Catholic Country | It's one o'clock in the morning
And we're in an apartment
In the capital city
In a Catholic country
Got my back on the carpet
And my feet to the ceiling
To get the blood flowing
To numb the pain I'm feeling
The more I know about you, the more I know I want you
The less I care about who was there before I found you
The more I know about you, the more I know I want you
The less I care about who was there before I found you
Yesterday she took me to a wintry garden
Past a forest of conscience on a curvy road
With every hour of passing, I started to believe in
The bubble I've been dreaming had a floor on the ceiling
♪
The more I know I want, the more I know I
The more I know I want, the more I know I
The more I know I want, the more I know I
The more I know I want, the more I want you
The more I know I want, the more I know I
The more I know I want, the more I know I
The more I know I want, the more I know I
The more I know I want, the more I want you
Ah-ah
To be with someone so precious
That it makes me anxious
To be there by the target
And know that I could miss it
I never felt so lonely
As when you came and saw me
And the following moment
Took your eyes off me
The more I know about you, the more I know I want you
The less I care about who was there before I found you
The more I know about you, the more I know I want you
The less I care about who was there before I found you
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1k0wjsgOScJVAjvFTrUpdr | Kings of Convenience | Song About It | Talk about it, dream about it
Joke about it, worry about it
Lie about it, laugh about it
Leaning on it, learning about it
Who's to say what's right or what's wrong?
All we know is that the feelings are strong
Who's to say what's right or what's wrong?
It all depends which side you are on
♪
Shy about it, cry about it
Ask about it, honest about it
Taken by it, shaken by it
Aching a bit when you're denied of it
Who's to say what's right or what's wrong?
All we know is that the feelings are strong
Who's to say what's right or what's wrong?
It all depends which side you are on
And now we got to know it
How can we erase?
How can we "un-know" it?
Love
Although it may upset you
You chose me just as much
And I should just forget you
No
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75i88zD2d4gjhPyUt57ElO | Kings of Convenience | Washing Machine | I lost count how many times
I've tumbled 'round inside your washing machine
Hung myself out to dry, to regain some of my self-esteem
Are you just a spoiled girl who's never had to make up her mind?
Am I just a fool to think that you could ever be mine?
Go and find somebody else (go and find somebody else)
Go and find somebody else (go and find somebody else)
It's true I'm more wise now than I was when I was twenty-one
It's true I've less time now than I had when I was twenty-one
I feel so vulnerable when you are not around
You have so much power over me
Go and find somebody else (go and find somebody else)
Go and find somebody else (go and find somebody else)
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1ucMK2I0178UhL9zswLuFw | Kings of Convenience | 24-25 | She'll be gone soon
You can have me for yourself
♪
She'll be gone soon
You can have me for yourself
But do give
Just give me today
Or you will just scare me away
♪
What we build is bigger
Than the sum of two
What we build is bigger
Than the sum of two
But somewhere, I was count on my own
And somehow, I must find it alone
♪
24 and blooming like the fields of maine
25 and yearning for a ticket out
Dreams burn, but in ashes are gold
Dreams burn, but in ashes are gold
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3iQH0cryu5TRe2GMhF9ZFZ | Kings of Convenience | Mrs. Cold | Hey baby, Missus Cold
Acting so tough
Didn't know you had it in you to be hurt at all
You waited too long
You should have hooked me
Before I put my raincoat on
Okay, I get it
Okay, I see
You were fronting because
You knew you find yourself vulnerable around me
Okay, I get it
Okay, I see
You feel vulnerable around me
♪
Hey, baby
What's going on?
You lost control and you lost your tongue
You lost me
Deaf in my ear
Nothing you can say is gonna change the way I feel
Okay, I get it
Okay, I see
You were fronting because
You knew you find yourself vulnerable around me
Okay, I get it
Okay, I see
I step too close to your boundaries
You wanted nobody around to see
You feel vulnerable around me
♪
Hey, baby
What is love?
It was just a game
We're both playing and we can't get enough of
We're both playing and we can't get enough of
We're both playing and we can't get enough of
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