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Traphouse Mob Huh, roll another one Said Im never lackin, always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo , huh Oh, you feelin sturdy, huh? Shake 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 And she throw it back for a nigga Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr When I walk in the spot, thirty on me Buy out the club, niggas know that Im paid Bitch, Im a thot, get me lit I cant fuck with these niggas cause niggas is gay All on my page suckin dick All in my comments and screamin my name While Im in the club, throwin them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones Pop Smoke, they know Im wildin If Im on the island, Im snatchin the cell Brody got locked, denied his bail Until he free, Im 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 dont come out your mouth, you know Im like that Ill 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 And she throw it back for a nigga Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr
Oh, you aint know I could sing? Hahaha Shorty a lil baddie Shorty my lil 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 dont kiss and tell Every time I fuck, she call me daddy My lil mama nasty I see the pussy through the panties She taste like candy She a queen, like Nefertiti Uh oh, my lil mama sittin pretty And we be shoppin through the city I gave her keys to the Bentley Get off your knees, you dont gotta cry to me Im your best friend, baby, you dont gotta lie Ill get you everything that you want and that you need from Chanel to Celine Its on you to decide Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best Start liftin up your dress, start kissin on your neck Start rubbin on your butt, start massagin your breasts I aint wanna give you a baby just yet, so I backed out and nutted on your breasts I put you in a Uber and sent you to your bed The very next day , you sent me a text You pulled up to the crib and we did it again Shorty a lil baddie Shorty my lil 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 dont kiss and tell You know, I never found love until I looked into your eyes First time blushin, I aint 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 Im inside Its your vibe, leave with me you gettin high Girl, aint bitches fuckin wit you even if they tried She a tsunami, I aint never felt it dry Close my eyes while I sleep, hope you be there when I wake Honestly, I feel the vibe we have is great And if theres something in your mind, you can tell me And if I told you whats on mine, would you help me? You gon see the bigger picture, its just gon take time Just because you mine, Ima keep you lookin like a dime Aint no imperfections, girl, you fine Baby, whats your sign? I hope you aint against the slow grind Me and you Keep it silent, there aint nothin we cant 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, its workin She said she a virgin She my biggest fan, she always lurkin And she know Im a man, Ima put that work in I know she cant stand me, Im fancy So Ima bring her out when I get my Grammy Late night sex, she cant find her panties Couldnt hold it in, now she need a plan B Shorty a lil baddie She my lil boo thing And 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 dont kiss and tell
This is a Melo beat Baby, welcome to the party Im off the Molly, the Xan, the lean Thats why Im 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, Im a thot, get me lit Gun on my hip One in the head Ten in the clip Baby, baby, dont trip Just lower your tone Cause you could get hit Dont let that Henny in my system I catch a body, next day I forget it Nigga, Dread just caught a body And thats 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, Im sorry Im stuck up in my ways Aint nobody ever gave me shit With this big chip, I had to get paid And its 10K to go on stage And you know the treesh gettin laid Baby, welcome to the party Im off the Molly, the Xan, the lean Thats why Im 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, Im a thot, get me lit Gun on my hip One in the head Ten in the clip Baby, baby, dont trip Just lower your tone Cause you could get hit Its Big 092MLBOA , I make a call and its 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 10 pack in my jeans, Im in Manhattan in these stores, uh Dont try and run up on my V I knock a nigga out his sneaks while Im shellin down his V, uh Double G for the tee No Alicia, I got keys, dont get your car Swiss cheese Neno cooler then cooler, he still an ooter, he dont settle for nothing, uh Bluffin, pussy boy, stop all that bluffin .380 hold a ruler, I know some niggas thatll shoot you for nothing Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin, run, Ricky, yeah he runnin Baby, welcome to the party Im off the Molly, the Xan, the lean Thats why Im 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, Im a thot, get me lit Gun on my hip One in the head Ten in the clip Baby, baby, dont trip Just lower your tone Cause you could get hit
CashMoneyAP Kill em, get em, get em, oh Oh , oh Oh, oh , oh Oh , oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh What do you want? Wont tell you twice, yeah Im a thief in the night , oh I did some wrong , but Im always right Said I know how to shoot and I know how to fight Boy, Ill tell you once, wont tell you twice Im real discreet, like a thief in the night If I call you bae, you bae for the day Or a 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 three hundred thou to the dealer I did some wrong , but Im always right Said I know how to shoot and I know how to fight Boy, Ill tell you once, wont tell you twice Im real discreet, like a thief in the night Im rich but Im ridin, Im low on exotic, Im bout to fly out and go get me some Nothin aint seen, all this money on me, hunnid racks in the bag, thats a honey bun Baby OG, I been runnin these streets, got the game from Lashawn, Im my mamas son Learned bout the triple cross when I was young and I know I aint goin so I keep a gun I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior She beggin for attention, I dont 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, wont beat me I got the industry tryna be me I just go Ray Charles, they cant see me Im in a Rolls-Royce with a RiRi I did some wrong , but Im always right Said I know how to shoot and I know how to fight Boy, Ill tell you once, wont tell you twice Im real discreet, like a thief in the night Like a thief in the night I pull up, give her D for the night Tryna fuck in the V, its aight We cant fuck up my seats cause they white Im livin like "Thriller," I only come out at the night time She dont fuck with liquor, dont like bein tipsy She dont do the Henny, just white wine Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio I pull up in the Porsche wit a freaky ho Park the Porsche then pull up in a Lambo I hop out, Major Payne, rockin camo Think she cute, make her fuck, let her man go Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, Im Rambo Cuban link full of rocks, its a choker Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya I did some wrong , but Im always right Said I know how to shoot and I know how to fight Boy, Ill tell you once, wont tell you twice Im real discreet, like a thief in the night
AXL Hahaha, huh? Hahaha Tired of niggas cappin Trap House Mob Niggas frontin their jewels They aint expectin this one Flex, my bitch love coco Woo back, baby , woo Let me see some, okay, okay , okay, okay Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke Im from the Floss where niggas tote They couldnt be Crips, so they turned Folks Drivin through the Ville, droppin the cho I gotta laugh, cause these niggas jokes Dread like, "Who these niggas?" "I dont know" , but Im on go And Im in that Bugatti, movin two hundred Givin pumps, like, "Who shot ya?" Me and Trey, thats four choppers Man down , all you see is helicopters Paramedics pick him up, they gon send him to the doctor Im in the hood like an engine, revvin My checks is clearin , your checks is pending And I got a couple gangstas, let me know If you want smoke Cause boy I can send em And I got a bad bitch, ass up Face down , yeah, she love doggy style And she got a Louis bag , that hold the extendo Okay, okay Okay, okay Flex, my bitch love coco Woo back, baby , woo Let me see some, okay, okay , okay, okay My bitch love coco Woo back, baby , woo Let me see some, okay, okay , okay, okay Got it jumpin out the zoo, seein red, seein blue Young La Flame, how it moves, Pop Flare how it— Braid my hair down til I hide my face Duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate I took a chance, its a lot to take I took a right, ended up right away She need a chunk, not a piece It cost me three for the keys Not the work but the V She let it twirl to the beat I send the work, bet it reach Wearin pearls, expensive beads I only hurl at my peeps Cuts, diamond cuts out in public Two cups of the stuff, now Im up Coco Chanel when she tuck it We bunk, get a nut My bitch love coco Woo back, baby , woo Let me see some, okay, okay , okay, okay My bitch love coco Woo back, baby , woo Let me see some, okay, okay , okay, okay
Ricos going crazy again Yeah Look, look I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello Im the king of New York, Melo Black hair by the Regis and Pello Ask around, niggas know me Im a Europe boy, Ginóbili I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello Im the king of New York, Melo Black hair by the Regis and Pello Ask around, niggas know me Im a Europe boy, Ginóbili I been so gone, I like redbones My type light skin, ass fat, Jell-O But bitches be switchin sides nowadays on the regular I never respected it, money over bitches, I know thats everything Money over bitches, I know thats hot Rockin VVS by Elliot wedding bands I will never ever give her no wedding ring .45 on my hip, I aint fightin em Chewin on an Adderall like a vitamin Niggas pockets be on E Something they already know but Im drivin a T They makin up rumors and lies, okay, Im sick and Im tired Im mighty fatigued, none of my bitches be mine They coulda been one of yours, but they out of your league Ima just call up Fatimah Nah, that aint really her name, but she for the team I get fly as a bitch like I looted up All this money you talkin aint new to us Im the King of New York, and on God If Pop was alive, it wouldve been two of us I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello Im the king of New York, Melo Black hair by the Regis and Pello Ask around, niggas know me Im a Europe boy, Ginóbili I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello Im the king of New York, Melo Black hair by the Regis and Pello Ask around, niggas know me Im a Europe boy, Ginóbili Pull up like Ace from the cleaners, ace en el fiends Pop make a movie, sell out arenas She off the white, talkin Demi Lovato All of 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 youve 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 Sallys Quano blew his trial, they set him up These niggas mad as fuck You know what I rep, yeah, its tatted up You aint get fucked, cause your ass aint fat enough If you talk crazy, get batted up, yeah I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello Im the king of New York, Melo Black hair by the Regis and Pello Ask around, niggas know me Im a Europe boy, Ginóbili I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello Im the king of New York, Melo Black hair by the Regis and Pello Ask around, niggas know me Im a Europe boy, Ginóbili
Look Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Look Its Pop Smoke, niggas know me Keep two fours like Im Kobe Is you ridin or you hidin? If you slidin, then you owe me Run up, catch cold feet Niggas act tough then call police I dont make friends, yeah, I make bands Want some Ray-Bans cause Im a OG This AR be my trophy Shoot first, nigga, shoot back 09, niggas woo back Nigga automatic when the woo clap Shoot first, nigga, shoot back 09, niggas woo back Nigga automatic when the woo clap Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Fifty shots up in this Glock, I wont let up XD, niggas totin Berettas Shoot first and do yourself a favor Report like Im Craig Sager Back out, niggas aint with the bluffin Dread Woo, a nigga shoot you for nothin Ten toes on your block like Im Drummond SKll have a Blixky runnin Its that nigga from the Floss, your bitch right back And I dont politic cause niggas aint like that I drop a slip or two and get a light pack And I dont care if you losin, still fight back Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Dont let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Yeah, I dont cry no mo I dont look to the sky no mo Cause I got it on me I got it on me I got it on me You can run up if you want Mercy on me
Uh Shawty go jogging every morning And she make me breakfast almost every morning And she take a naked pic before she leave the door I be waking up to pics before a nigga yawning And every weekend my shawty comin over Shawty could Fendi out but she like Fashion Nova She aint driving no Camry she pullin in a Rover With her hair so curly, I love you, baby She said, "What you know bout love?" I got what you need Walk up in the store and get what you want You get what you please We bout to get it on, take off them drawers Its just you and me You know what I be on, Im about to go raw Cause I like what I see Look, baby, I said I aint gon front You got my heart beating so fast to words I cant pronounce And I be getting the chills every time I feel your touch I be looking at the top and girl, its only us All I need is your trust And girl I told you once, dont make me tell you twice I know you see this print through my pants that I know you like And yo ass be looking so fat when it be in them tights And Im going straight to the top, so hope you aint afraid of heights You always keep me right, for a fact, you never left Through all the trials and tribulations, always had my best So heres fifty-five hunnid, go and get your breasts Start rubbin on your butt, start kissing on yo neck Hey batter, batter, hey batter, batter Niggas know I had to swing, I had to make a play I had to apply the pressure, cause you my hidden treasure I think Im falling in love She said, "What you know bout love?" I got what you need Walk up in the store and get what you want You get what you please We bout to get it on, take off them drawers Its just you and me You know what I be on, Im about to go raw Cause I like what I see
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 ride 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 And she only liked the guap, red light these hoes Why would I waste my time on a shorty that dont 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 Im cut too Come through, just us two I like you cause you cut how Im cut too She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Thats 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 dont 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, Im 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 ride with the Woo Let me take you to the candy shop Show you all I got I put diamonds on your chain To match your diamond ring Im 092, nigga, Woo Hate it or love it , its me and you Lets turn nothin into something She said she love Woo niggas Them niggas who gon pull triggers I was fine when I met you Then I sexed you Then I left you Cause your pussy feel the same And I dont got time to waste She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna ride with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I might just hit it raw, hold on, thats not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what Im steppin in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell em send em in I had the Lambo, switch to the Rari Im a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded Im a Brooklyn nigga, Im cold-hearted Thats why I like the bad gyal , like RiRi Every time she see me, she wanna eat me I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, Im on the TV" I cant 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 dont need it Id rather have my money green like kiwi I dont talk to niggas cause they be cappin Disrespect me and see what happen I dont make a call for war, I start snappin Grr, them bullets blastin All the opps mad that I lapped them He said, "Whats stackin?" Nothin but my money Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky I aint a pretty boy, but I aint ugly And Ill take your bitch in a second If she a real one, then Ill protect it Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it And its all VVS and flower settings I might just hit it raw, hold on, thats not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what Im steppin in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell em send em in I had the Lambo, switch to the Rari Im a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded Im a Brooklyn nigga, Im cold-hearted Yoz, what you tellin me?
I think you are something special Ill take you on a shopping spree Cause Im so into you Im so into you Im so into you Im so into you , baby What you like? What you wear? Say the name, say the price, put them diamonds on your ear Shinin like a chandelier Whats your thoughts? Whats your fears? Yeah, I need that real love , talkin Bobby and Whitney You dont gotta worry bout nothin as long as you with me Cause shit could get sticky, thats why I keep a glizzy Ride around through my city Fuck Cassandra, Kanesha, Kaneeka and Tisha, Lisa and Tricia Fuck them hoes cause I dont need them, all them bitches treeshas They aint in the field, they on the bleachers On your back, I start applying that lotion So deep, Ima go in, pullin all on your sew-in Im Pop Smoke, but you know all my governments All that gangster shit, she be lovin it She love how Im 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 Im a rilla in the jungle and a shark up in the sea She like, "Papi, you so fire, but get up out the streets" Im like, "Baby, what you mean?" Look I think you are You are something special Ill take you on a shopping spree Cause Im so into you Im so into you Im so into you Im so into you, baby Baby You are my girl You are my girl You are You are something special Ill take you on a shopping spree Cause Im so into you Im so into you Im so into you Im so into you , baby
EWOK MBZ Queens This is a Melo beat Baby, welcome to the party Im off the Molly, the Xan, the lean Thats why Im 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, Im a thot, get me lit Gun on my hip One in the head Ten in the clip Baby, baby, dont trip Just lower your tone Cause you could get hit Its a MAC, fact, Im in the black Bach We never lack, lack with that strap Ima drive through but if you back, back Its gon clap clap and thats that I never tap tap if I dont like a ho You act act like you like her though Never backtrack if I aint fuckin with you Cant 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, Ima kill these bitches Yo Pop, who the fuck want smoke? Keep-keep it real, you really mad Cause your baby dad used to like me though I-I aint fuck him cause I aint want him Told him, "Take a hike like a hiker" though Fendi moon boots, size six Got me walking round like Im Michael though Paint my hair cause Im Tyson , Jordan , Angelo Baby, welcome to the party Colorful weave and your makeup is beat And thats how you act just like a Barbie Baby, welcome to the party , uh He wanna party with Barbie Its Big 092MLBOA , I make a call and its 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 , Im in Manhattan in these stores, uh Dont try and run up on my V I knock a nigga out his sneaks while Im shellin down his V, uh Double G for the tee No Alicia, I got keys, dont get your car Swiss cheese Neno cooler then cooler, he still an ooter, he dont settle for nothing, uh Bluffin , pussy boy, stop all that bluffin .380 hold a ruler, I know some niggas thatll shoot you for nothing Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin, run, Ricky, yeah he runnin Baby, welcome to the party Im off the Molly, the Xan, the lean Thats why Im 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, Im a thot, get me lit Gun on my hip One in the head Ten in the clip Baby, baby, dont trip Just lower your tone Cause you could get hit
Traphouse Mob If I want it, Ima grab it If I want it, Ima have it Christian Dior Im up in all the stores I make a call I make a call and its war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board And we all livin lavish If I want it, Ima have it I make a call I make a call and its war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board And we all livin lavish If I want it, Ima have it My niggas with it Money flow, run up them digits I know niggas mad that we did it Say it, we live it Morals, well never forget it I ever get booked, Im a cricket Get it and flip it Henny right here, Ima sip it You try me, its shots at your biscuit Twenty-four hip it Ima just twenty-four hip it cause bro said, "Dont ever forget it" Gang with me Anywhere I pop out, know the thang with me Every nigga in here with me gon bang with me Try your luck and bro goin insane with me Bodies dropping, that shit aint a thing to me Smokin deadies, Im rollin up lame niggas Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas Clean the mission, we leavin remains, nigga Strictly business, aint playin no games Fuck all this fame, nigga You will get flamed, nigga Dont you front, I got aim, nigga I saw homis 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 aint ready for static, dont play, nigga We could hit you today, nigga If you makin your bed, better lay, nigga There aint too much to say, nigga I make a call I make a call and its war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board And we all livin lavish If I want it, Ima have it I make a call I make a call and its war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board And we all livin lavish If I want it, Ima have it I got thirty shots for any nigga who want it Me and Tjay, we be huntin I dont talk much cause niggas know how we comin Niggas know I be dumpin Glock 9 dumpin Run, Ricky, runnin Blue face hundreds Know Im the bill collector Pull up, whats crackin? Gun get to blastin Talk on my name and we wildin out All the opps in the spliff, ashin Puff, puff, aint no passin You gon end up in a casket Cause niggas know what we into I get to drillin, Im sittin, Im killin Im sinnin if I get the feelin I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos Sip Remy like he Papoose Have him stay still like a statue Have him inked in like a tattoo If I run down, he a goner Headshot, no warnin Its a man down when its pourin Gang spin early morning I dont get mad, I get money What you lookin at, little dummy? I start buckin teeth like Im Bunny And I back the Wraith out for nothin I make a call I make a call and its war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board And we all livin lavish If I want it, Ima have it I make a call I make a call and its war And, nigga, you can check the score We up on the board And we all livin lavish If I want it, Ima have it
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh Ooh 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 dont 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" So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah You should enjoy yourself Its a room full of trap niggas , strap niggas If the opps run up in this shit, we gon clap niggas Woo niggas, huh , some slatt niggas Pockets feel like a fat nigga, yeah Shopping up in Saks Fifth with a cup of Actavis to get Christian Dior Look, I be all up in the stores Young nigga, I can buy you what you want She got a fat ass, shorty shaped like Serena Long hair, brown eyes, shorty look like Selena Shorty said that she was Puerto Rican Her pussy wet like Katrina Oh, 2-10 on the dashboard Shorty, be clear what you ask for And she got that get right, mama And I gotta get my baby Listen, I dont want no problems I just want my baby You dont 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" So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah You should enjoy yourself Me monto en el Phantom, bebé, prendo el booster Me gasté cinco mil en un bustier To high fashion, haute couture Si no ere tú, otro hombre me aburre Los moños flow Mulán, de camino a Milán Tresciento mil por un show, eso me dan Montamo junto en el Can-Am Por mí él forma una guerra como en Irán Yo tengo má flow que el Fashion Week Diamante esmeralda como la weed Follamo en mi cama y le damo repeat Eso e lo má que le gusta de mí Soltera anda como Rihanna Aunque con él se viene Todo quieren una colombiana Pero él ya la tiene Está soltera, anda como Rihanna Aunque con él se viene Todo quieren una colombiana Pero él ya la tiene You dont 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" So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah You should enjoy yourself I wont kiss and tell Just buy you Chanel Always roll you up, put Hs on your belt Uh-huh, uh-uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-uh-huh
Othello on the beat You fire, ooh, ooh You aint 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 Im like, "Whats crackin?" She like, "Pop, I got a man" Im like, "Damn, how you know me?" Say she got me on the Gram I say, "Look, I understand, but baby, Im the fan Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land" She say, "Whats that on your face?" And I say, "Its a cold world" Way you bitin your lips though got me like "Oh, girl" Get money and stay aggressive, baby, its your world Martin talkin to Gina, baby, you go, girl Who you with? Im with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers All them scammers and them killers who I hang with Yeah, I taste good, aint no onions on my sandwich Im 823 and everybody know Im sanctioned Why? Cause if I shoot, Ima shoot that, woo and Ima woo back Yeah, Im 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" The end of the night, she was laid up in the bed Liftin up her dress, had her bent over the ledge Kissin on her neck when she went to give me head Whats 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 niggas supposed to If you aint know I had the power, let me show you Shark on your plate, we eatin dinner at Nobu You aint 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 aint never met another nigga like me Keep it real, girl, Im lookin for a wifey She feelin me, she say, "Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire" Ima call you every day at twelve o clock, "How you doin?" like Wendy About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi Ima 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 Ima pull up in a Benz, just finished collectin funds Grabbin on your ass, got a Rollie on my wrist Baby, you could bring a friend, thats when the party begin All them tigers on my collar aint always just been Gucci Ridin past your block bumpin YFN Lucci You sayin talkin is cheap, so you know I had to prove it So I made this song so you can add it to your music Im top tier, yeah, I aint never kept it Nancy But like Jamie Foxx, Ima always keep you fancy Gucci trench, feel like fishin gear Put me on any block, you know Ima get it there You aint 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 aint never met another nigga like me Keep it real, girl, Im lookin for a wifey She feelin me, she say, "Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire" You fire, yeah, yeah You fire, yeah, woo
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 aint no city boy cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that dont mean that I dont love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now Im raising hell Dont try and dap me up, 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 5 They know Ima do you, aimin for medulla Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter AK on my shoulder like Im Malcolm X Cause I aint goin out like Im Martin Luther Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home Its a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I aint talkin on the phone cause I aint 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, thats the new Tom Brady Cause he be sendin shots like its missile 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 aint no city boy cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that dont mean that I dont love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now Im raising hell Dont try and dap me up, 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 whats that shit up on the net your son was talkin bout? I put that on my son that Ima take it there Cause when you come from where I come from, I aint playin fair My lil homie die and I aint drop a tear I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air Im big 092, niggas know Im Woo I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin to?" I need 25K or I aint walkin through I need 25K or I aint walkin through I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty 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 Im 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 aint no city boy cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that dont mean that I dont love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now Im raising hell Dont try and dap me up, 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
Yeah Yeah, yeah I said I feel invincible They like, "Poppy, what you gettin to?" I pop a Perc, go retarded, wait Haha, hahaha Yeah , yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, woo, yeah Yeah, yeah I said I feel invincible Its a hundred niggas in the spot Im walkin through em Its eighty-five just to walk on I dont talk to these niggas Cause a lot of these niggas be corny Im feeling horny And I shoot like Robert Horry Im off this percolator shit I got a percolated bitch I give her this percolated dick I show her these percolated tricks 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 fifty for fifty I pop a Perc, go retarded, then shoot up the party, then change the artillery Energy Im givin nothin but energy I give her Perky and Hennessy I give two shots to the enemy, hope he remember me What the fuck a nigga tellin me? I spent two hundred fifty on my wrist I spent two hundred fifty on my bitch Double G, niggas know Im a threat Walk in the spot and turn everybody Crip DJ Clue, my nigga fuck with the Woos Tell SpinKing to play it back While the Woos throw the bag They know Im shootin for the stars Aimin for the moon I shoot at any opp Cause niggas know Im Woo Send that nigga to the medic Everything raw, no edit Pop Smoke did it I said, "I feel invincible" Its a hundred niggas in the spot Im walkin through em Its eighty-five just to walk on I dont talk to these niggas Cause a lot of these niggas be corny Im feeling horny And I shoot like Robert Horry Im off this percolator shit I got a percolated bitch I give her this percolated dick I show her these percolated tricks 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 fifty for fifty
Traphouse Mob Yoz, what you tellin me? 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 aint into that Nigga be talkin hot, but he aint on shit I got like fifty rounds up in this clip If I go to jail, nigga, Ill plead the Fifth Cause mommy still gon love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh? Im like nigga, fuck the pigs The judge like, "Why you actin like a dick?" I said, "Im movin like Im Steven Vic" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you brazen?" I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin" I shoot for the stars, Im a foundation, huh Look at the money Im raisin She wanna fuck, hold on She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick and edible arrangements Thats the only form of payment Shawty a snack And after I snack, Ima blow out her back She like, "Poppy, you so crazy," huh I told her, "Wine on me, baby" She want a star She wanna fuck cause she know who we are These hoes be dirty, aint hittin em raw When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at She goin all gas, no chit-chat She goin all gas, no chit-chat Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum Here come that boy with the drum If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy I go dumb, dumb, dumb Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped Fuck what they say, they know that Im gucci Pull up with a pump-pump-pump
Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck Im talkin bout Feel me, Lil Z? On your set with some real shit, nigga I dont want none of that extra loud shit This aint none of that rainbow hair shit Know what Im sayin? This the real streets shit, yeah, nigga Fuckin voice of the streets, man Its like Jesus walkin More like Christopher Walking, man Yall know whats up I be in New York with the gangsters Know a nigga thatll shoot you for a Tander If my opps is chillin in the foreign Then my niggas shootin up the Phantom I be in New York with the gangsters Know a nigga thatll shoot you for a Tander If my opps is chillin in the foreign Then my niggas shootin up the Phantom .44 got a kickback Click-clack, get back Shots at your rib pack Or you can get chin checked Them twirlin niggas actin up So niggas packed him up Brazy was actin tough Til niggas slapped him up Pop Smoke on top Niggas mad as fuck Six by six, big Benz on my wrist If you dont got your nails done, you are not it Automatically on the blocked list Niggas talkin bout they guns , but never shot shit Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick Run up and Im brandin them, take a nigga shoppin Reach and Im branchin it cause I dont know who watchin Its a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée 38s on the block , a nigga wont hesitate Had to move these bitches up cause they was in the way I wouldnt want them to get shot by an enemy I be in New York with the gangsters Know a nigga thatll shoot you for a Tander If my opps is chillin in the foreign Then my niggas shootin up the Phantom I be in New York with the gangsters Know a nigga thatll shoot you for a Tander If my opps is chillin in the foreign Then my niggas shootin up the Phantom
Uh, haha 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 Brodie gon .44 Bulldog, make em get back I aint with the talk or the chit chat All you hatin ass niggas better sit back Or you gon be the next one to get they shit snatched Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin I kicked her out cause Im allergic to the cuffin And I aint with the talk or discussions Know some niggas thatll shoot you for nothin I call Dread, thats the new Tom Brady Niggas gettin no bread cause they lazy Let me tell ya why the opp niggas hate me Cause all the opp niggas know I be flexin And I did fifteen on my check-ins And its big Louboutin when Im steppin And its big .38 for the weapon Or I call J.R. with the Wesson They call Trav, call me Le Filayo Niggas know you got the apes on the payroll Niggas slide through ya block with a Draco Nigga nun, do a move if I say no Dunk on that nigga, Tatum All of yall niggas, dayroom Stay with the Zoes, Haitians 823, sanctioned .44 Bulldog, make em get back I aint with the talk or the chit chat All you hatin ass niggas better sit back Or you gon be the next one to get they shit snatched Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin I kicked her out cause Im allergic to the cuffin And I aint with the talk or discussions Know some niggas thatll shoot you for nothin Sun out , gun out Run down, what now? Flossy, the jungle the playground Back out the chop, we gon spray rounds Big Fendi bag, no Sprayground Aim for your head, we dont spray ground Everybody know that Im GG Im still in the hood, smokin headlight Do you know the 09 to the 2T? Posted in the Floss, they be wildin Brodie got locked for the hammer Free Rock, get off the island 09 to the Glock like dem wayz And I keep a chop like sensei Niggas move hot, I aint say nothin Cause Ima lay low til that day come .44 Bulldog, make em get back I aint with the talk or the chit chat All you hatin ass niggas better sit back Or you gon be the next one to get they shit snatched Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin I kicked her out cause Im allergic to the cuffin And I aint with the talk or discussions Know some niggas thatll shoot you for nothin
Grr, ayy Nah Baow, baow, baow, baow Baow, baow, baow, baow , grrt, baow Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York  Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Walk in the spot and its litty, designer through city, you know Ima turn up Bro got the Henny and I got a blunt, fuck around, throw a band when I burn up Shawty right here, she a freak and she move like a pro, tryna dance, so I churn her Think she feelin my dick, its the burner She aint used to my bop, she a learner I gotta flex up Bout to cop a new piece just to glitter my neck up They aint fuckin protect us We was young niggas dreamin bout pickin Pateks up Quit tryna arrest us Fuck all them niggas, dont let me get fessed up Nigga think he a wrestler Ima just teach him some shit, no semester I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta get to the bag, ah Damn , I think I fell in love with the cash I been in the studio workin hard to the max I , cant , I cannot never, ever fall back Im in my Birkin, nigga Run up, we murkin niggas I got some shooters, they ready to ride I send em, they lurkin, nigga Im in my Birkin, nigga Run up, Im murkin niggas I got some shooters, they ready to ride I send em, they lurkin, nigga Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Look, Im from the town Send me the addy, Im huntin em down Get off the stage and I jump in the crowd They keep sayin we too wild I fell in love with the crowd They fell in love with the sound Grrt , baow, baow, baow, baow, baow Attention , move round with a vengeance Baow , bend em Throw it down, offend em, ayy, ayy, ayy Im with the demons and henchmen Uh , we cant wait until we see us a victim Give me the money, I need it, Im itchin Them niggas know when I see them, its different Uh , I know he an opp cause my finger keep twitchin Baow, leavin him lifted Blicky , blick him , blick him , blick him Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a nigga wont let up XD, youngin totin Beretta Rufflin feathers I leave em deader I got your bitch suckin on my treasure I woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better I got the hoes like Im Hugh Hefner Bitch, Im a dog, Im a blue devil One dead in Neiman, scannin, its readin Perc head, Im geekin, shit turn me to a demon Bad bitch named RiRi, nice, but treeshy She want me to breed her, Im like, "Nah, bitch, you sneaky" I make it rain on whoever, I make it rain that Woo weather Nigga, I put in pain, Im the shooter and the driver, and I rock Cartier frames Crush the paper, fry the tool, put an eighth in my spliff, roll Get in my zone, hop in the Rolls, smokin opps to the face Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York, Zoo York Bitch, Im from Zoo York
Melo You see Kamale, straight away, yeah Uh, look, why the fuck you got that blixky chain on, nigga? Take it off Traphouse Mob All the opp niggas know I be flexin I did 15 on my check-ins Big Louboutin when Im steppin Big .38 for the weapon Woo, woo All the opp niggas know I be flexin I did 15 on my check-ins Big .38 for the weapon We gon hit him and finish him, nobody innocent if you aint dead, better lay down All the judge give us sentences, free all my menaces All on the island like, "What now?" Flossy the jungle where niggas gon rumble I aim at your head, we dont spray ground We gon shoot one or two, we gon boom up the room Back out the chop, we go spray rounds See that .40 on me, roll a forty clip I bet I make his ass do forty flips Sheff G, sauce him up Sheff G told me sauce him up Woo Fuck KiKi Tell Shanie he can suck a dick Bullets making him sleepy like Hallow One in the head if a nigga wan follow Niggas only respect you because your brother Double-punched you and you called your mother Thats what brothers do for one another Thats the only reason I aint put you under That double G will make a nigga cry Smokin big KiKi till a nigga high I cant trust a bitch cause these bitches lie And thats how a couple my niggas died Yeah, Im big 092, woo I posted on the lanes, I be flossin Bentley truck when Im slidin, my bitches exotic, my hands off the wheel when Im parking Jamos told me get the cash Amiri the denims, dont ask what it cost though He get nailed to the cross if he SRK Lets talk about it if you feel a way Nigga everything K Big 24, dont call me blood Kick down the door Big 092, show no remorse Buyin designer, all in the stores Cant get you out, bitch, you a whore For my lil guy Dusse on a floor I make a call, bitch and its war Two liter 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 mil, been in these streets Know that Im Floss, come to the East LOAB, screamin, "Free Ree" Shooters in plaza, stay with the sleaze So I call the Ape, free Melly Gz All the opp niggas know I be flexin I did 15 on my check-ins Big Louboutin when Im steppin Big .38 for the weapon Woo, woo All the opp niggas know I be flexin I did 15 on my check-ins Big .38 for the weapon
Shoot for the stars , aim for the moon You aint cool , til I say you woo Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, are you dumb? Look You dont 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 in Dior Come to my crib, take all my shirts Pop all my Percs and sleep in my drawers You talkin too much, baby, pour up a four We both bust a nut, now leave me alone When we in Miami, we stay at the Mondrian We pull up to LIV in the Cullinan Welcome her to the party The afterpartys afterparty, then party again Hundred bitches, hardly any men In my room is where the party began Then take a flight to Bora Bora, its time to catch a tan, look I said free all my niggas thats sentenced, stuck up in the jail I could show you how to vibe, but I cant be ya man Uh-huh Shoot for the stars Aim for the moon You aint 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 its blue We mobbin and tyin, no shoe You play with the group, we gon shoot He in Dior, Im in Prada We rich, we came from the bottom Im a Migo, I feel like a doctor Goin surgical with the new chopper Five hundred thousand, Im 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 aint 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 aint 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
Dread Woo, nigga, the fuck, nigga? Fuck is wrong with niggas? Niggas dont really be on shit Niggas really 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 You know whats up, nigga, gang , look I make it rain on whoever I make it rain, that Woo weather Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner I make it rain on whoever I make it rain, that Woo weather Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner I cant fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred Trap phone keep jumpin Until the fiends dont 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 and a pointer Look, aint no apology These niggas doubted me, I keep a pole tucked Run up, catch a cold cut Put his head on his shoulder Got the guns in the sofa Nigga, whats the commotion? Put the guns in a holster Til they smokin with the soldiers Then Im back in the deep end Trap, trap all season Trap open on the weekends Niggas mad cause Im eatin And Im in the flossy Where we stay reckless Twenty-five on the left wrist Spent twenty-five on the necklace Have your mama like, "Woah, there go Pop Smoke" Know the opps cant stand me Rolls Royce, no Camry Or skrrt off in the Panny Hoodie on, duckin cameras If my opps in the foreign Then we shootin up the Phantom Know Im outside , and I keep a pole And Im on the roads , 30K a show Get it in between , get it any means Amiri for the jeans , let a nigga run I make it rain on whoever I make it rain, that Woo weather Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner I make it rain on whoever I make it rain, that Woo weather Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner I cant fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred Trap phone keep jumpin Until the fiends dont 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 Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Rowdy baby, bitch I got the call behind the wall that its still lit, then fuck it I told Fetty go and up it My niggas aint 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 havent seen nothin My chain hang, dont tuck it, I touch down, Im bustin Tell the label I need five Ms, if not, I aint signing nothin Cause Im on a flight with a Russian, getting head, concussion And niggas saying that its lit, real shit, its nothin Cause Im 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 Look, I make it rain on whoever I make it rain, that Woo weather Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner I make it rain on whoever I make it rain, that Woo weather Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner
, niggas sayin they outside Niggas sayin they outside Send the addy, we gon slide Air it out when we arrive Poppin that shit, but they dont want the smoke She like it rough when we fuck, so Im grabbin that bitch by the throat Niggas sayin they outside Send the addy, we gon slide Heard he was talkin, but he never jumped out the stu Think that its sweet til I pull up and pop out and shoot And they say I got the juice I bought the Dior, Dior, now thats all I rock for the shoes, ayy Porsche niggas, hot boy, you aint in the field, you a top boy We gon tie that boy up like a cowboy Im the one that they envy like Calboy Broke bitches aint allowed She wanna fuck with a real one when real niggas back in style I aint no window shopper, your man out here window shoppin I be in all the stores, and no, we aint window shoppin She throw it back cause Im poppin Im makin plays with her, we run it back like a option , niggas sayin they outside Niggas sayin they outside Send the addy, we gon slide Air it out when we arrive Poppin that shit, but they dont want the smoke She like it rough when we fuck, so Im grabbin that bitch by the throat Niggas sayin they outside Send the addy, we gon slide Just cause I dance, dont think Im pussy, dont make me pull up with the stick I got a Louis V bag to match with the fit VVS-1s on my wrist All this water on me, I got water for me and my bitch Drownin , flooded They told me the price, I said, "Fuck it" I spent it all with no budget If it aint a hundred, I aint budgin I made like two hundred in London You out here gassin these bitches, you pumpin shit up like you Budden If I see an opp, Ima throw out the car Im at the crib with your bitch, she came with a dress, she left with no drawers She love how I talk She know that papi outside, she know Im the king of New York , niggas sayin they outside Niggas sayin they outside Send the addy, we gon slide Air it out when we arrive Poppin that shit, but they dont want the smoke She like it rough when we fuck, so Im grabbin that bitch by the throat Niggas sayin they outside Send the addy, we gon slide
Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh Ah, uh, uh Look Show out, show up Back out, pole up Man down, roll up Man down, roll up Show out, show up Back out, pole up Man down, roll up Man down, roll up All my niggas is ready to go Pop Smoke, big smoke Clip in the stick, stick in the coat And they got guns same size as Kevin Hart Please dont think its a joke Back on tour with the gang and its sold out Twenty-two dates, I aint missin a show Got the ladies hittin my phone Got the mandem hittin the woah Me plus ten on the list, they know how Im comin, Im bringin the bros And I got Gs thats stuck in the trap, no government name, they stick to the code Left wrist Audemars Piguet, right wrist whippin the whip on the stove He dont care bout fame, he just tryna get rich on the low Show out, show up Back out, pole up Man down, roll up Man down, roll up Show out, show up Back out, pole up Man down, roll up Man down, roll up Me and the team runnin up, hit em up, send em up, get em on impact Pull up on scene, have em all lookin, we stuntin, no, can not forget that Gather round, niggas, the realer, mane Look in the mirror, see who you are All of this evil thats in my way, I pray to God with open arms No, cant trip, get grip, hands all over these chips, watch this flip No, see, I aint no bitch but Im bent I parlay with chicks, the man, the myth See, Im not dwellin on that Focus on runnin these laps, believe Who could it be? Why am I feelin so hellish? The devil, indeed Lord, are you hearin me call out? Ayy Lord, are you hearin me call out? Ayy Am I lost? Pray for me, ooh, yeah Dream on, fly away , dream on Lord, are you hearin me call out? Ayy Lord, are you hearin me call out? Ayy Am I lost? Pray for me, whats it cost? Everything Dream on, fly away, dream on Show out, show up Back out, pole up Man down, roll up Man down, roll up Show out, show up Back out, pole up Man down, roll up Man down, roll up
Uh? 808Melo Traphouse Mob This is a Melo Beat Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner 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 , make her one of us The gas that Im smokin potent Ice on my neck snowin Im dark skin, glowin Off the Perky, Im rollin Valet, park it Im screamin, Im barkin They like, "Poppy, why you startin?" Pop a Perc, go retarded They know Im wildin, I need that respect Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes Pop Smoke, niggas know Im up next Drac keep on shootin until its none left Im 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" Im like, "Baby, I aint normal," rrr Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Hoodie on, it get scary Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary Christian Dior I need more Dont do Saint Laurent anymore Yeah, na-na-na, let it off Yeah, lets 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 aint 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, thats a jimmy Big dawg in my city Kill a opp in this bitch Red dot to her titty, yeah Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner Foreigner
Look, woo Look Im downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch and we both feelin’ ruthless If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You aint gon do shit" Saucin’ , too lit Headshot , clueless They fell in love with the movement I see a opp and Im boomin You get the money, it come with confusion Dont try to teach me, nigga, I know what Im doin Fivi , uh , she saw me and started droolin Big dope , boofin’ Snowflake , coolin I get the money and dip, huh I don’t go to war less Im fully equipped, uh Everywhere I go, Im good with a bitch, yeah, look I got a fast whip Shooter shootin’, then he pass grip, uh Dont say you smokin on my niggas , cause that be your last spliff Hitter with me, he do mad hits Turned my bitch into a bad bitch Dropped a song and I got mad lit All I did was give em ad-libs, ayy, ayy, ayy Too rough, we know how to play, uh I did a show, thats out of state I make them bitches go out of they way, Fivi Look Im downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch and we both feelin ruthless If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You aint gon do shit" Saucin , too lit Headshot , clueless They fell in love with the movement I see a opp and Im boomin You get the money, it come with confusion Dont try to teach me, nigga, I know what Im doin Fivi , uh , she saw me and started droolin Big dope , boofin Snowflake , coolin I just took a jet from the Raq in New York with the gang and we on some woo shit And we really outside and my crew lit We too deep, aint nobody gon do shit If its a problem, my young nigga shoot shit Stakin out like a date up in Ruth Chris In the field, we took more than a few risks Mike Amiri jeans full of blue strips I might get frostbite, all this ice on me, tell em, "Stitch me a new wrist" I just dropped ten racks up at Louis, I spent like a band on my new kicks Make a hater throw up cause my coupe sick I cant fuck on that ho cause Im too rich Make a hater throw up cause my coupe sick I cant fuck on that ho cause Im too rich Look Im downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch and we both feelin ruthless If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You aint gon do shit" Saucin , too lit Headshot , clueless They fell in love with the movement I see a opp and Im boomin You get the money, it come with confusion Dont try to teach me, nigga, I know what Im doin Fivi , uh , she saw me and started droolin Big dope , boofin Snowflake , coolin
Baby, when we gon slide? When we gon slide? Its Pop Smoke 5167 Patek Philippe on the wrist Why we in the bed? We couldve did it in the whip Baby, Im just tryna fuck , not make love If you tryna have some kids, thats a dub Said Im bout to put this condom on right now From the look up in your eyes You already told me once So you dont gotta tell me twi-i-ice Baby, jump up on this bike, look forward and pedal Let me rock your world, you never had this hard metal Baby, Im a gangster, gentleman in disguise Just came home after doin some time Let me woo ya nina, just read between the lines Just read between the lines, yeah Its six in the morning and Im tryna get you, baby All he wanna do is gas me How we end up in the backseat? Just tryna get to the bag We on the same page, you the same way Only keep the fam around me So let me know what its gon be I dont plan on gettin no sleep, while we Doin our thing, movin too fast Candy paint with the windows all black Seats crème brûlée, what they gon say? With the top down screamin, "Money aint a thing" And we up til six in the mornin When the sun rise, we be on it Ooh, I got five, you know its all live Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon slide? Baby, when we gon slide? Hey, uh Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Yeah Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Oh, oh Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Look, youre just my type Baby, when we gon slide? Ill put you in a G-Wagen if thats your vibe And I aint even gon lie Dont you ever play around, even when youre mad, youre mine Baby, dont you ever switch sides You know I can see it in your eyes Yeah, we on the same page, we on the same wave Drinkin champagne on the airplane Bustdown on your pinkies and your earrings I know they call me Boogie Man, but it aint scary All this money on me, its a damn shame And I dont want you to ever feel embarrassed So I bought you some baguettes, I bought you some carats Yeah, but I think I was over my head, movin too fast Doin our thing, movin too fast Candy paint with the windows all black Seats crème brûlée, what they gon say? With the top down screamin, "Money aint a thing" And we up til six in the mornin When the sun rise, we be on it Ooh, I got five, you know its all live Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon slide? Baby, when we gon slide? Hey, uh Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Yeah Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Oh, oh Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Uh You gon keep on givin it up, it aint no stoppin you You a queen, liftin you up, I had to drop a few Bad bitches, cut em loose, they tried to take that spot from you Told her, "Im tryna cuff," she said, "I dont see no cop in you" Diamonds big as a fist, VVS on her wrist Every day a vacation, dont get no hotter than this Relax, baby, lay it back, askin you to sit right down Buttnaked on the table, you the shit right now Fake love dont exist When it come to me and who Im really fuckin with Haters always on my dick, but not the one suckin it Always lookin at my pic, callin me by my government Whats the plan? Whats your goals? What you really lookin for? I got Benz, I got Ghost, Im the man, Im the G.O.A.T. Makin angels in the snow, dont keep playin with your nose Take a stroll down the coast South of France, we in Cannes, let me drive the boat Doin our thing, movin too fast Candy paint with the windows all black Seats crème brûlée, what they gon say? With the top down screamin, "Money aint a thing" And we up til six in the mornin When the sun rise, we be on it Ooh, I got five, you know its all live Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon slide? Baby, when we gon slide? Hey, uh Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Yeah Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Oh, oh Up all night, baby, when we gon slide? Uh
TrapHouseMob Whats rockin, cuz? AXL This is a Melo Beat , look Dior on my body Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign Then we shootin up the Phantom Dior on my body Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign Then we shootin up the Phantom Big Glock up on my hip That mean I dont ever slip Run up on me, Ima whack a nigga Clap a nigga, skate off in the whip Gucci foreign, see the drip Fifty-five hundred the fit 55K on my wrist Im tired of jackin, my money legit Trav got the Urus, Boy got the Huracan I got the Range, and all of them paid Im from the floss, Im a double G And I know bout puttin in pain I spent fifty on my left wrist Another hundred on the chain Try to reach and we takin shots close range Baow, bang, hit his brain Catch me an opp, Ima treat him and beat him and show him he lame I lost my brother, shit wont be the same Ever since then, I been goin insane Do it for Smelly, I do it for gang And nina gon wet em up, show em my pain Big Louboutin for the steppin Big .38 for the weapon And I catch a case for nothin I back the Wraith for nothin Gas em up, Getty Rock steady, rock steady Shots hit your belly Runtz pack got me deady Checks, Chevy Swing at BOA, we ready R.I.P. them fallen soldiers Screamin free my nigga Melly All this shit been in my mind Smokin dope, Im gettin deady Lotta pressures on my shoulders Steady movin, but its heavy I was posted by the deli Any means to get it, early morning, I was ready Think I fell in love with fetti She give super neck, I think I fell in love with Betty Tati ate it like spaghetti I aint even mean to say it, but Im bein petty 2020, vision steady You know I aint finna hesi Crossover for the cheddy Dior on my body Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign Then we shootin up the Phantom Dior on my body Head to toe like a mannequin Amiri denims got them panickin I pour a four in my Fanta If my opps in a foreign Then we shootin up the Phantom
This is a Melo beat Traphouse Mob Baby girl, come and meet the woo She know we keep a tool Big knockin on my body 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 Dont 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, its over Spinnin like Julius Sover Shoot down Hawthorne, shooting like Korver Put that boy head on his shoulders Swerving, give him two shots if he twirling, uh Burn him, I promise its gon be a murder If I catch him, I hurt him Sliding, I murk him Look at that boy looking nervous I got one thing for sure, I got two things for certain Wrap that boy up in a curtain, uh Touchy, I drop thirty-eight on his touchy I made it flip off this uppy I turn 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 Baby girl, come and meet the woo Big knockin on my body Watch who you speaking to
This is a Melo beat Uh I need that money, that power, respect I need that money, that power, respect 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 I need that money, that power, respect Wait, its big 092MLBOA G’d you You got a gun, nigga, me too, me too Fly down your block like a eagle We makin movie like Regal Gd you No, you can’t hide, boy, I see you, see you You aint gettin bread nigga, gd you Fuck is you talkin bout back out, brush em Know some niggas thatll shoot you for nothin’ Gang get to spin early morning No politics, ain’t no discussions Back out your knife, cut em , come to my block, brush ’em Big Nappy Blue, thats the cig homie and we gon hurt you if you touch him Said it’s Big Papi stunnin, they see me, start runnin cause they know the gang that Im reppin Treesha, Dirty Diana, go get a breath mint before you come get a session What you know bout, what you know bout fuckin up checkses 30 , 30 the weapon, gun kicking like its Tekken Woo, woo back, walk in the party with two straps Walk in the party like, "Who that?" Say the wrong thing, we gon shoot that Shoot first, shoot back Its automatic when the Woos clap Lotta talk on my name, cant prove that Nigga say Im a bitch, Im like "Who that?" I come to your block with like two 9s Everybody know Im 92 Gun to his head if he die Woo If you dont like me, I dont like you, woo Im 823 and Im certified Know that Im crip, let that burner fly I fuck with some movers and Maybachs I fuck with some rollers and paybacks Smoke, free throw, give two shots like free throws Pick up your shells then reload No, we dont fuck with them people On the block with a choppa with just me and Chop, we chillin, we killers and scamming niggas From the Floss to the H to the K to the rock Free Melly Gz out the slammer, nigga OSHA30, yeah, I play with that stick, no construction, I play with that hammer, nigga I dont play disrespect, nigga, watch what you say My .38 never jam, my nigga 808 , 808 Shoot then I get away, then I go skate in a GLA Sailed away , brodie got locked but he out cause he puttin that bail away Tell her, "Wait" , no, I cant fuck you today, so you know that I tell her, wait Heaven gates, Im tryna send him to heaven gates I need that money, that power, respect I need that money, that power, respect 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 I need that money, that power, respect Wait, its big 092MLBOA Gd you!
So, you got the job doing what? Bro, I get paid to snitch now, nigga Its really classified, I cant really talk about this shit, my nigga Oh, my God Only reason Im tellin you this, cause you my boy But dont 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 dont wanna sign that plea Forty years Damn Dont fuck with me Seth the chef Buddah blessed this beat Yeah, Huncho Look at my status No, Im not braggin, Im not average My bitch want a Patek I bought her a whip and I told her, "Stop naggin" Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin I bought it off backend The club is packed in Step in your city, we goin in Drop the top, lets blow the wind Fuck the cops, we goin big Niggas out here hate the kid, cause I run it up when supposed to be dead, uh Bitch, Im a player Nigga, were trappin and checkin the mail, yeah Look at my layers, designer my jacket, Im 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 be workin with 12 Damn , snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Damn, snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Damn, snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh They workin, they clockin, they watchin No stoppin, no options, we ballin, we poppin We goin, lets go, get money, get mo, the show I got it, and theres plenty mo on the boat Nigga, we came from the bottom Yes, its time for the bosses to toast Me and the dog got collars We puttin diamonds on top of the chokers Fuck nigga, come in the lane Shit, we droppin him off like a floater I aint gon mention his name But if he do, its like that then its over Damn, snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Damn, snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Damn, snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Smoke, look Said I pull up, Amiri, got ninas attached Walk in the buildin, I shake up the room Fuck on your lady, no feelings attached Just dont talk out your mouth cause she holdin the broom Yeah, yeah, walk in , then walk up out it Theres never a day I dont 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 Fuckin round, see, I had the best batch If Quavo told me get him, then Ima do the dash Yeah, 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 Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Damn Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown Pick a town, lock it down Chrome Hearts, Chrome Hearts Bitches love my style Look at how my wrist glow, huh Two-fifty just for the watch, uh Post on the block, I was servin vanilla I caught a wave on some Maison Margiela Audemars, water, Beretta, vendetta Stella McCartney, it came with the bezel Takin off just like a rocket, got racks in my pocket Im havin my way with these hoes Shawty in love with my diamonds, she love how they twinkle She love how they glisten and glow Pour up a four like Im young Tony Snow One in the head, 99 more to go Winnin and winnin, pull up like a GOAT Trippin, dont spill, that chinchilla on the floor Came from the gutter, thats word from the bro Im Evel Knievel, these niggas some divas Im 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, hey Im 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 Im spiritual All of my money identical Blue faces, blue faces, keep it one hundred They want that Woo shit Niggas gon shoot shit You aint no Woo, nigga You aint gon do shit Damn, snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Damn, snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Snitchin Niggas be out here snitchin, uh Niggas be out here snitchin
Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh, uh, uh-huh Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, look Its a whole lotta Glocks Mops , TECs Shots , thots 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 Cause I rock the nation, JAY-Z Baby, baby Baby, how the fuck can you play me? Ah Walk with it, never walk without it Shoot a nigga, never talk about it Sold out shows, yeah we teed up Christian Dior for the sneaker At least 10K for the feature Take your bitch home, I eat her Wanna play games with the heat and the rockets? Say the wrong thing, Ima pop it Im a big dog, you aint know though Gunshot, forward Headshot, lower I shoot a nigga then roll up Rollie on my wrist, gun up on my hip Please dont say the wrong thing You could get hit I fuck with the Bloods but Im Crip, huh Im big 092, nigga, woo, huh Know I had the guns in the school Lil nigga, dont act like a fool I leave that pussy wet, like a pool Its a whole lotta Glocks Mops , TECs Shots , thots Knots , rocks Ooters , ooters Shooters , shooters Rugers , Rugers Know a nigga cooler than a cooler Its a whole lotta Glocks Mops , TECs Shots , thots Knots , rocks Ooters , ooters Shooters , shooters Rugers , Rugers Know a nigga cooler than a cooler Everythings signed, its sealed Baby girl, let me know if your love is real Is it real? Is it real? Cause if it aint, I gotta go These are things I gotta know Walk outside, I keep a pole Ive been wildin on the roads Did 20K all in a day Put some money in the safe Gave five to my lawyer Then I went and bagged the Wraith Catch a body out the Tesla Know the Woos do it better If I dont got it, Ima take it Cause a nigga gotta eat This my life, no fakin Yeah, Im really in the streets All these pussy niggas hatin I sit back and sip a tea I order steak on my lobster Bon appétit I drop 50K off to Sam Patek Philippe Its a whole lotta Glocks Mops , TECs Shots , thots Knots , rocks Ooters , ooters Shooters , shooters Rugers , Rugers Know a nigga cooler than a cooler
Trippin Wildin on television You could Still see a nigga tell the vision Pimpin Boy, these boys, pimpin Different These boys, boys Pop was here last week He was talkin about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at How they were really like, thrivin like right now He was, you know, he was tryna, pull people up with him He wasnt even into where he was about to be He just was trying to; he was trying to get there I mean, he was on his, he was well on his way Um, its just tragic, twenty yеars old, rest in peace God blеss Pop Smoke Look, nigga, we made it Nigga, we made it, we made it Nigga, we made it Thank God that I made it Nigga, we made it, we made it Look, momma, I made it Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight I used to eat fifty-cent cake, now, its Philippes Its Philippes for the steak and hella thots up in the Wraith I cant wife that thot, tell that bitch, "Get out of my face" We killed your big brother; we killed your little brother Now, its Philippes; its filets for the steak And hella thots up in the Wraith Said I hop in a Lamb and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf I got shit you never heard of, buy it, I dont care what it cost, no And I always keep a pole, rain, snow; I did a hundred on a pro If you droppin a woo, we come where you live Glock 9, infrared, pull up, and empty the clip, woo Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin reckless Please do not play wit me, nigga, I keep a K wit me Look, nigga, we made it Nigga, we made it, we made it Nigga, we made it Thank God that I made it Nigga, we made it, we made it Look, momma, I made it Nigga, we made it Huh? We come from the trenches, nigga Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight You know what Im sayin? Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin Philippes steak Look, Tyler got the album of the year, for now But Pop about to drop, I see the platinum in the clouds Now Push about to drop, so real trappers stick around The crown is only for the king, they tryna place it on a clown I declare war, nickname He Sell Raw Different city, same ghetto, bring the Woos on tour Push start, drop top, 812, two-door Baby Rover, Benz, coupe, bitch, you gotta choose yours How can I not? Woo, how can I not? When a brick is thirty-six, bitch, how could I stop? These Richard Milles are one-of-one, shit, how could I watch? We made it, we made it, whether you like it or not Look, nigga, we made it Nigga, we made it, we made it Nigga, we made it Thank God that I made it Nigga, we made it, we made it Look, momma, I made it
Yeah, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah Paranoia, Im havin thoughts in my head Im bout to party in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior, ooh I told her back off fore Im bout to catch a body Bitch, this puller aint no fuckin Miley Cyrus, Kawasaki She gon ride it like a Harley, niggas hardly gettin money right now I told this bitch, "I cant keep up, most of my thoughts in the clouds" Paranoid, I know some niggas wanna see me gone Just made twenty mil, Im tryna fuckin enjoy Fore you kick my door down and shoot, thats my lil boy Keep a tool, loose screws, baby When you "Woo," Ima "Woo" back Aim at his head , put half a mil on a case and go to bed, slatt, slatt , yeah, yeah Paranoia , Im havin thoughts in my head Im bout to party in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior Mmm, I gotta be paranoid Grippin that FN, you know the streets at war Let in no one and make sure you lock the door They hate and love blind, then you gotta watch your dog Im sorry, but Im not sorry Cops pulled me over cause Im in a Rari Got top off, but lil mama ridin shotty Me and Woo gon shake the room, might catch a body Real niggas, we love to party like every day I bought that bitch a Masi, we to the grave Baby Boy and Taraji, I took some molly Float like Im Ali, tryna stay sane Paranoia, Im havin thoughts in my head Im bout to party in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Dont 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 Im Woo When you see me, you know that Im Woo When you see me, you know that Im Woo I said paranoia, I got some thoughts in my head Im bout to party in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior Thats the paranoia, oh, paranoia I said Im paranoid, paranoia
Traphouse Mob Woo Woo, woo Its Big 092MLBOA Uh, I bet I shake the room Swerve Go head and shake the room, yeah, go head and shake the room I bet I shake the room Wait Swerve Go head and shake the room, huh, go head and shake the room I bet I shake the room Uh, Quavo How bout I shake the room? Chop gon sweep the broom Everybody runnin and duckin, Im clearin the room Shoot one time, seein double time like you on shrooms On the other line, its a FaceTime, say a nigga on the news We bout to shake in this bitch Frosted Flake on the wrist The gang aint playin and shit In New York, I gotta shake in this bitch Shake, shake, shake, shake Peel back ya toupee Money move the conversate Put em up on the plate Baby shakin in the waist Hit the flashlight to see her face And she lookin like a snack Birkin bag on the way I bet I shake the room Swerve Go head and shake the room, yeah, go head and shake the room I bet I shake the room Wait Swerve Go head and shake the room, huh, go head and shake the room I bet I shake the room Baby , shake it I pop a Perc, feel amazing Straight Henny, no chaser Niggas be talkin hot til they get burned I dont fuck with niggas cause these niggas be sherm Lil nigga, stay in your place, wait for your turn Respect aint given, nigga, its earned In the Bugatti , 5719 with baguettes Flag in the air, hold on , ref , ref In the LaFerrari, cant rent this With a brown lil thing, Reeses Steven Victor in a Pista Dior got no creases Art gallery Six-point-one for the painting George Condos Cost more than your condo , wait I bet I shake the room Swerve Go head and shake the room, yeah, go head and shake the room I bet I shake the room Wait Swerve Go head and shake the room, huh, go head and shake the room I bet I shake the room
Traphouse Mob Uh Shout out my 50 Clocc niggas, my 100 Clocc niggas Big 092MLBOA to the Swish, uh FTO shit, free Jeezy, free Clutch, free Melly Gs, man Ten K, what up? Trav, 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, Im 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, Im drifting Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton I dont know why these 50 niggas talkin hot There be no 50 niggas on the scene I got like fifty rounds up in that clip I put that fifty clip up to your bean 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, Im the Big Fuu, Big 092 I spent like four racks on Amiris What the fuck they gon tell me? Yall niggas leery Step back for the three like Im Curry Nigga, Im a big Suvy, I make a movie Pull up and clap your kufi Nigga, I make an action movie, I make an action movie Pull 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 fuck 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 Im big flossy woo No construction, but a nigga 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, Im 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, Im drifting Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton Said Im never lacking, always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon send em to Heaven Pull up, whats crackin, nigga, what you jackin? Find his body up on Channel 11 Bag him up, groceries Aint no exposing me, aint no controlling me No, we dont fuck 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 cig whale up out the cage Brody got locked for attempt Ready, set, go Its big 092 MLBOA Hit that boy up in a GLA Fly down your block like an eagle And Im so stuck in my ways And I cant forget about the As 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 Im big woo the flex, nigga, not cho And Im still swerving from potholes And Im 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, Im 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, Im drifting Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
Cheers to you for givin me a chance Shorty, light-skinned , tatted, huh, ass fat I need your number and thats that I need your number and thats that Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile I like your style, I like your, uh Shorty, light-skinned , tatted, huh, ass fat I need your number and thats that I need your number and thats that Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile I like your style, I like your style Baby, we could take it all away Fast whips, cash trips, ask Chris Yeah, you know I got it Bad bitch, mad thick, high fashion I dont need a stylist, Im 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 dont care if she light-skin or dark-skin 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 , tatted, huh, ass fat I need your number and thats that I need your number and thats that Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile I like your style, I like your, uh Shorty, light-skinned , tatted, huh, ass fat I need your number and thats that I need your number and thats that Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile I like your style, I like your style I aint gon lie, I need you Dont let me in it I might just breed you, look 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 , uh Treat her with Balenciaga sneakers Please her, baby, let me eat you Home run, home run like Jeter Dont make me catch you cheatin, beat her RIP Kapo, pull up in Tahoe She said, "Oh, her brothers Wooin" She said shes seen me around She said she love what Im doin She said, "Do you remember me?" "You was a friend to me" We start talkin sexually, its been a while Shorty, light-skinned , tatted, huh, ass fat I need your number and thats that I need your number and thats that Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile I like your style, I like your, uh Shorty, light-skinned , tatted, huh, ass fat I need your number and thats that I need your number and thats that Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile I like your style, I like your style
Haha, mami like⁠— Mami like, "Damn boy, you made it" But she said, "You aint nice" I tell her I know Im nice, ha I dont talk to niggas , I dont feel these niggas  Got a hundred round in my pocket, Im ready, go kill these niggas , look And its tunnel vision when Im in the field, nigga If I tell Mikey Woo , then he gon go drill a nigga Im a Brooklyn nigga, but shout out my Philly niggas I dont fuck with a lot of niggas because Im too real for niggas They dont know what it means to have million dollar dreams Then you wake up on the block and its back to servin fiends I dont drink Belaire , but Im in Bel Air like Im Uncle Phil Dont call me bluff, nigga, I am and, nigga, I will, look And Im from the fields , now its million dollar deals And its all out of nowhere, push me and Ima go there All in a second, gun kickin like its Tekken Im a force to be reckoned, Im Gods 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 section I dont talk to niggas , I dont feel these niggas Got a hundred round in my pocket, Im ready, go kill these niggas , look And its tunnel vision when Im in the field, nigga If I tell Mikey Woo , then he gon go drill a nigga Im a Brooklyn nigga, but shout out my Philly niggas I dont fuck with a lot of niggas because Im too real for niggas They dont know what it means to have million dollar dreams Then you wake up on the block and its back to servin fiends Stepped in the game, started changin it, changin it, haha Never who, forever the Woo 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 You know, the whole sound, the whole vibe, the whole movement Different Forever my heart, forever my dawgs We still gon put on for you The smoke will never clear Never Woo, woo, woo, grrt-baow
Traphouse Mob Huh, roll another one Said Im never lackin, always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo , huh Oh, you feelin sturdy, huh? Shake 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 And she throw it back for a nigga Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr When I walk in the spot, thirty on me Buy out the club, niggas know that Im paid Bitch, Im a thot, get me lit I cant fuck with these niggas cause niggas is gay All on my page suckin dick All in my comments and screamin my name While Im in the club, throwin them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones Pop Smoke, they know Im wildin If Im on the island, Im snatchin the cell Brody got locked, denied his bail Until he free, Im 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 dont come out your mouth, you know Im like that Ill 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 And she throw it back for a nigga Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr New Givenchy, new Givenchy Hop out the Quattroporte Walk in Fendi rockin Fendi F print on the corduroys I pull up Aventador I lift up the doors ajar These broke niggas shoppin at Ross We back in Dior, Dior I got Valentino denim Brand new Mike Amiri denim And these Ricky Owens denims I drop the bag, they gonna hit em This baddie wanna pop a Skittle Im tired of niggas tellin riddles Take that foreign, whippin through the ghetto ZO6 Vette slime green, ridin 911 Porsche yellow Plain Patek and an AP, they got fifty pointers in the bezel Speedin, whippin like Toretto Push these Pradas to the pedal Make her swallow down 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 And she throw it back for a nigga Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean Christian Dior, Dior Im up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Traphouse Mob
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh , oh , oh Got more ice than a skatin rink, think I need my mink, gotta bundle up Take my chain, watch the news next week, you gon see dead bodies turnin up Poppin this molly got me grindin at night, got some porcelain teeth, I done fucked em up I was eighteen with a pound of weed, I was baggin up dimes at the back of the bus Hidin from me, throwin dirt on my name, you gon fuck around, get your homeboy touched Goin in the fridge, I aint lookin for a Sunny D, I just want the purple stuff Upgraded me to a diamond account, I been gettin bitches, fillin up Uber trucks Sal said that he got another million-dollar check for me, I told him to run it up, run it up Say you want smoke, well turn you to a pack Take a hood girl and I turn her to a brat Rap game fake, its hard to adapt Everything they talk bout is cap, cap, cap Textin my phone, I dont never write back I been losin sleep just countin up cash Lots of bad habits, Im poppin off tags Ima fuck the game up when I drop "Bag" Rollin off the pills, two hundred on the dash Ima bend the corner, I almost crashed Got everythin that I need If I see somethin else that I want, Ima buy it in cash We was dead broke We aint had no money for the work, so we drive around pickin up bags Got pulled over, had Ps in the trunk Frost said hed take the charge, but they gave us a pass Got more ice than a skatin rink, think I need my mink, gotta bundle up Take my chain, watch the news next week, you gon see dead bodies turnin up Poppin this molly got me grindin at night, got some porcelain teeth, I done fucked em up I was eighteen with a pound of weed, I was baggin up dimes at the back of the bus Hidin from me, throwin dirt on my name, you gon fuck around, get your homeboy touched Goin in the fridge, I aint lookin for a Sunny D, I just want the purple stuff Upgraded me to a diamond account, I been gettin bitches, fillin up Uber trucks Sal said that he got another million-dollar check for me, I told him to run it up, run it up Oh Oh Oh Pull up like Ace and Im shameless Pull up like Ace from the cleaners I dropped two hundred on a watch She wet, Aquafina, yeah Me and NAV in the Bugatti Movin too hotty Cause we came from the bottom Now we solvin all our problems Crib got five stories, yeah, I live like a king Thirty-five carats the ring cause Diamond cuts on my necklace Im so expensive I been spendin Im young and reckless I been havin, yeah If we all gettin money, nigga, why are you hatin? If you aint talkin money, change the conversation Niggas know my name, aint no false claimin When I walk in the spot, niggas know who we are No, I aint twirlin, we shootin them stars
Traphouse Mob Uh Big, what up? Trav, what up? Yo, Boof, what up? Its big 092MLBOA, uh K with it, K with it Niggas know that we dont play with it Big .38 gon hawk em Two stripes, sauce it Bentley, park it Hit him up if he Team Larkin I keep a TEC when Im walkin Hands off the whip when Im parking, uh Its still Amiri for the denim I bet I send em to heaven They take advantage if you let em, uh Blue dot, stalking I like my white opps blue, uh K with it, K with it Cause I got some black ops too Walk in, walk out What the fuck is all the talk bout? I bet I shake up the room Get straight passion Zip em up, bag em Louis V, Louis V, Louis V SP, Zoovie I bet he make a movie I bet he clap your kufi K with it Niggas know that we dont play with it I make an action movie Raining, pouring Say the wrong thing and we on em Three stripes, chalk em Lightning, thunder And bro just beat a body They tried to give him a quarter Earthquake, cordless Pop Smoke gorgeous Im a gentlemen and gangster Double G Niggas know theres only one of me Big .38 gon hawk em
AP AP, yeah Ayy, turn it up in the headphones Look 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 dont talk at all, ah I make a call and its war Im off that Adderall Talk to me nice , or dont talk at all, ah I make a call and its war Im off that Adderall Get to sprayin niggas cause I hate niggas Fuck niggas, I aint playing with them I dont really wanna hear niggas I dont got nothing to say, nigga Im 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, its a drum round All you gonna hear is gun sounds Niggas know I bring them guns out I make it hot when its sundown Fever , shawty wanna act like a diva Shawty wanna suck on my nina I leave that shit wet, Aquafina 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 dont talk at all, ah I make a call and its war Im off that Adderall Talk to me nice, or dont talk at all, ah I make a call and its war Im off that Adderall Look, I got fifty-two shots in this Glock and an infrared up on an opp if he let off Trey Suvy hold a chop Yellow tape when it pop, knock his head off Load up the chop, it go dumb Niggas see me and they run Silencer up on the gun Niggas will shoot you for nun Trey Suvy, boy playin with the toolie I bet hed make a movie Pop dripped up in Louis Couple hundred in some jewelry Spent fifty-five on her booty Touch her ass and 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 dont talk at all I make a call and its war Im off that Adderall Talk to me nice, or dont talk at all I make a call and its war Im off that Adderall
Uh? Come on, baddie Pull up, yo, what you doin? Pull up, look Wait, wait Woo, yeah, yeah, that shit right there Let me see some Woo back, baby Talk to me nice, look Perc 30 , dreamin Know that Im dreamin Pour a four , leanin Know that Im leanin Walk in, thirty , Neiman Im up in Neiman Poppy lurkin , schemin Know that Im schemin 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 cant 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 Im the one they wanna meet They know Ima bring the heat They wanna fuck with the team Bad bitches, thats my thing Eleven karats on the ring Mike Amiri, Billie Jean Perc 30 , dreamin Know that Im dreamin Pour a four , leanin Know that Im leanin Walk in, thirty , Neiman Im up in Neiman Poppy lurkin , schemin Know that Im schemin Ski mask, Jason Glock 9, laser Me and my bitch chase him If I dont got it, she gon tase him Grab him up, shake him I dont fuck with no pigs, no bacon As-salāmu alaykum All my cars paid off Talk to the general Niggas know Im the boss These niggas need perico They dont got the sauce You know what that Henny do Talk out your mind and we endin you Hit your body, do a flip or two Know Im a dog, Im an animal Perc 30 , dreamin Know that Im dreamin Pour a four , leanin Know that Im leanin Walk in, thirty , Neiman Im up in Neiman Poppy lurkin , schemin Know that Im schemin
Shoutout 808Melo , grrt Yeah Woo, woo Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Run up on it , you know Im on it The drank on me , draggin my feet Hop in that whip , Im bout to see you Im like a creature , Im on the creep If I dont get all of my chips, I cant leave just yet Get that top, then I dip, Ima leave her wet I put plates on my neck, like tectonics I put plates on my whip, its a rocket ship Sip drank, on Hypnotic You know our lil nigga gon pop shit Louis my body That be why shawty is clockin me, clockin me I dont owe no apology Im everywhere that the dollar be, dollar be I dont owe no apology Im 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 Id rather take the fast route If you wanna make bets then Im open up TD She like, "Papi, all I got is Citi" Im like fuck it, come give me head I back out and nut on her titty Ayy, huh, she say Im a dog, so Im 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, thats a hand down Poppin shit on the lot, make him camp out He was twirlin 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 My new bitch exotic You aint poppin, stop it Fresh as fuck, no stylist Niggas stealin styles, jackin, jockin This watch dont do tick tockin Niggas know how we rockin 20K for Amiris and thats for the jeans The money was dirty, I got into rapping and now this shit clean Now Im on the scene I made her tap out, I know that this dick turned the bitch to a fiend Run up on it , you know Im on it The drank on me , draggin my feet Hop in that whip , Im bout to see you Im like a creature , Im on the creep You know Im on it The drank on me , draggin my feet Hop in that whip , Im bout to see you Im like a creature , Im on the creep We livin life, dont panic She love the life, dont 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 in I be doin all that bashin Run up on it , you know Im on it The drank on me , draggin my feet Hop in that whip , Im bout to see you Im like a creature , Im on the creep You know Im on it The drank on me , draggin my feet Hop in that whip , Im bout to see you Im like a creature , Im on the creep
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Bad bitch from Tokyo , drip from Italy Smokin Runtz in Rome , got it for eight a piece Christian Dior , big twenty-twos Big thirty-eight , dont tote no twenty-twos Wait, Im goin state to state I looked my killer in his eyes, yeah, Im 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
Huh, wait Yeah Soo, soo , woo Woo , woo Woo, skrrt Woo , woo, woo Light it up for a fifty ball Then I spend it on your bitch And my charm like a crystal ball  When I pull up, make a wish Makin a, makin a profit Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics Pour me a drink and its toxic New York drippin, its straight out the faucet Pour me a drink and its toxic New York drippin, its straight out the faucet Nigga cant bought it, they cop it I be too stiff, I give them the Heisman Nigga be talkin bout slidin I screw the tip and shoot em in silence Brand new coupe, no mileage I show the gang and we highfivin She give me face in the Wraith This semi, it shoot by the trey Moonwalkin, my diamonds gon skate They tried to revive him too late I put a cape on the Drac Put a thot on the plot, she bake Surprised, it came out a cake I put kids on the eyes of your bae He made it to trial and flaked 100K, he get whacked off the gate I mix purple codeine by the eighth Grabbed the skull, lined him up like a tape Back to back, Lamborghini replay I fishbowl the coupes, watch em hate The guts, it’s red, Kool-Aid We got sticks, in case you wan play Whoa, a bigger bankroll than me These hoes will lose their soul Suicide doors and TMZ postin me Make them hoes take off their clothes I crashed in my woes, they powdered their nose They gettin exposed, they fuckin the bros Chauffeur, open the door in the Rolls Toast him, bask him in, reload it Light it up for a fifty ball Then I spend it on your bitch And my charm like a crystal ball When I pull up, make a wish Makin a, makin a profit Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics Pour me a drink and its toxic New York drippin, its straight out the faucet Pour me a drink and its toxic New York drippin, its straight out the faucet Nigga cant bought it, they cop it I be too stiff, I give them the Heisman Nigga be talkin bout slidin I screw the tip and shoot em in silence Brand new coupe, no mileage I show the gang and we highfivin I put the Adderall in my lean In my Murder Bravado jeans Hella rocks in my socks Hella guns in my brief If a nigga movin wock, thats when he gon see All the Woos poppin out the cut, totin .33s She say, "Youre dark-skinned and handsome" "You a gorgeous little gangsta" She like, "You always dripped up in Dior" "And all your diamonds dancin" She like, "You swift, piranha" I tell her, "Work," Rihanna Everything white, Madonna Only hand-selected diamonds Brand new Richard Mille Cost a milli Yeah, big old ticket Woo, woo, woo, woo Look, I always knew how to ball Brodie wet it up if I make the call He aint gon hesitate to shake it up Cause he know I got that nigga if he fall Light it up for a fifty ball Then I spend it on your bitch And my charm like a crystal ball When I pull up, make a wish Makin a, makin a profit Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics Pour me a drink and its toxic New York drippin, its straight out the faucet Pour me a drink and its toxic New York drippin, its straight out the faucet Nigga cant bought it, they cop it I be too stiff, I give them the Heisman Nigga be talkin bout slidin I screw the tip and shoot em in silence Brand new coupe, no mileage I show the gang and we highfivin There go an opp, pop Not leaving until we see somebody drop Red, blue, and white, oh there go the cops Take em on a chase cause we never stop I just been counting up cheese a lot We the one got the block fever hot I call the pot Larry Holmes And call the spatula Mike cause it beat the pot Get you a bag on your own, never let nobody see youre not Niggas that lead the block, get caught, then we cant leave the block Making no profit, boy you need to stop it, get out, leave the block They say, when you make it, dont go back , but some niggas need to come on Count up a ticket, I knew I would get it Call up the plug and he tell me to send it They think Im a menace, they leaving no witness Just popped me a Perc, aint been high in a minute Said he want smoke, well fuck it, lets get it Niggas be thinking they God, they trippin Everything cool til somebody end up missin Light it up for a fifty ball Then I spend it on your bitch And my charm like a crystal ball When I pull up, make a wish Makin a, makin a profit Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics Pour me a drink and its toxic New York drippin, its straight out the faucet Pour me a drink and its toxic New York drippin, its straight out the faucet Nigga cant bought it, they cop it I be too stiff, I give them the Heisman Nigga be talkin bout slidin I screw the tip and shoot em in silence Brand new coupe, no mileage I show the gang and we highfivin
Look Pop Smoke, Im on some west coast shit In New York, I got a west coast bitch Huncho on that west coast shit Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks If the opps is in the spot, red dot em Somebody call Batman, Im robbin I got em, smoke, I pop em Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper T-Raww, Im on some west coast shit LaFeezy, live on the Sunset Strip Today was a good day, fly as a blimp I just booked a round trip, I dont argue with the bitch And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips When the car worth a M, you dont gotta touch the rim Dont ask me the price, cost an arm, leg, and limb When you in the light, niggas wanna steer you dim Where you get that from? Niggas gotta say its him Wanna copy my flow, I switch this shit again Niggas aint put the work, they dont celebrate the win When you was ballin with your bitch, I was shootin in the gym, motherfucker, ah Pop Smoke, Im on some west coast shit In New York, I got a west coast bitch Huncho on that west coast shit Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks If the opps is in the spot, red dot em Somebody call Batman, Im robbin I got em, smoke, I pop em Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper Christian Louboutins like I stepped in pasta But Ill still steam his ass, hot grabba Im in that new Dior, Quay in that Prada Dont get it confused, Ill drop him Four door niggas ridin strap, get straight hacked to the back We dont play disrespect, real talk this not just rap Gang ties in my tat, .22s in the shed Shotgun in my bag, knock off a nigga dreads Thirty-six karats on my wrist That mean theres thirty-six karats on my bitch Shit, how Virgil got me drippin And its straight from the faucet in the kitchen Pop Smoke, Im on some west coast shit In New York, I got a west coast bitch Huncho on that west coast shit Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks If the opps is in the spot, red dot em Somebody call Batman, Im robbin I got em, smoke, I pop em Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper West side, North side, yessir East side, south side, lets go to work Right hand in the air, lets pop a Perc New coupe off the lot, skrrt in the dirt She came in last place, she can get a shirt If she go to first place, baby get a purse Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse Dead man in the hearse when the gang purge 500K on the wrist , look at me scorin your bitch My diamonds close and they kiss, the skelly came with a fish I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit I cant get caught in the mix I make a hit, I cant miss Pop Smoke, Im on some west coast shit In New York, I got a west coast bitch Huncho on that west coast shit Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks If the opps is in the spot, red dot em Somebody call Batman, Im robbin I got em, smoke, I pop em Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
Oh, oh Baba treesha Oh Im flirtin with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor And she look like a eater Im off the Perky geekin Im flirtin with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor And she look like a eater Im off the Perky geekin Oh, wait, wait Oh, wait Ooh, ooh Fishbowl, send shots, bend blocks, send em back Earthquakes and ceiling cracks , all my niggas into that You send a shot, we send it back, all facts, no cap Put my hat to the back , a hundred thousand in the bag Look, eleven dollars a hour aint enough to live So Ima go in every store and Ima swipe this shit They tryna lock a nigga up and Im like, "Fuck a pig" Cause either way, mommy still gon love her kid I just did twenty from the city they like, "Who is you?" A lotta niggas talkin shit that they dont really do Im bout to turn my Air Force 1s into a Gucci shoe Im bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy Boost My president black, bandana is blue Diamonds hittin, got me glistenin like I came out the pool Im so exotic like I came out the zoo But I shot out the coupe I got a scope with a clear eye view, woo Im flirtin with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor And she look like a eater Im off the Perky geekin Im flirtin with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor And she look like a eater Im off the Perky geekin Oh, wait, wait My demeanor is meaner than yours Oh, wait Ooh, ooh Female alpha and I practice what I preach, I devour Tell me, can you take the heat? You can touch with your eyes only I know you like what you see That "je ne sais quoi" energy Baby, get on your knees You cant say Pop without Smoke So fill up your lungs, my diamondsll make you choke You like the way I move My demeanor is meaner than yours So clap for the encore You cant say Pop without Smoke So fill up your lungs, my diamondsll make you choke You like the way I move My demeanor is meaner than yours So clap for the encore Im flirtin with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor And she look like a eater Im off the Perky geekin Im flirtin with your baba treesha Shorty said she like my demeanor And she look like a eater Im off the Perky geekin Oh, wait, wait My demeanor is meaner than yours Oh, wait Ooh, ooh
Ricos going crazy again Sweetheart , uh Whats a thotty , to a gangster? , uh Im wildin , got no answers Niggas know they gettin boomed You see my face, you better move Bullets flyin through the room They want static, Im in the mood 100K what I pay for the jewels I aint got nothin to prove You either win or you lose, look I see an opp, hell be devastated, uh None of them niggas aint never made it , uh When I do a crime, its premeditated, baow Pay attention, watch close Its Fivio Foreign and Pop Smoke I see an opp and I drop folk I see an opp and I drop folk Im heaven-sent , devil in me You niggas know I need extra Henny I shoot at niggas cause they messin with me Policell never come catch up with me Uh , sweetheart I cannot drive, I got three cars I took a Perc and I think smarter Im off a Perc When I fuck, I make it hurt Whatever works The bitch gettin money, you better dig in her purse I take whatever she worth Ayy, I take whatever she worth Sweetheart , uh Whats a thotty , to a gangster? , uh Im wildin , got no answers I got an extendo on this fifty clip, shit look like a broom When you see me, better Woo Or bullets start flyin through the room I pop a Perc, hold on To get in the mood And its twenty-five for the walk I leave with like three baddies when Im through I spend like a hundred bands in jewels Drippin like I came out the pool Im so exotic, like I came out the zoo Stupid bitch, do I look like a fool? Im from New York, where they Woo In a two-door, I shot out the coupe Sweetheart , uh Whats a thotty , to a gangster? , uh Im wildin , got no answers
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 dont 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
I was chillin in my hotel lobby When I got a call that niggas tryna find me I dont really wanna catch a body But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me I was chillin in my hotel lobby When I got a call that niggas tryna find me I dont really wanna catch a body But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top Show you how my niggas rock 092 My dawgs stay with it Big apes in the cave with it Free Melly Gz, he in the cage with it Pop Smoke , yeah, I stay with it Summertime, spicy Got my weight up, now, they like me You want your bread back? , come and fight me Check that , Nike I done came a long way from the street shit I done knocked a lotta niggas out, G shit I remember when they said I aint gon be shit Well, Ima be shit , uh, look And I did fifteen on my check-ins Stash, Daniel can check it Christian Loubin, Im 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 You can call if they hold em Got the gold back like Trojan Mansa Musa get used to Rip my shirt off like Hogan Ds be sweatin me Kicked down my door, findin guns and more Guns galore I was chillin in my hotel lobby When I got a call that niggas tryna find me I dont really wanna catch a body But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me I was chillin in my hotel lobby When I got a call that niggas tryna find me I dont really wanna catch a body But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me If I cant do it, homie, it cant be done Ima let the champagne bottle pop Ima take it to the top Show you how my niggas rock 092 I was chillin in my hotel lobby When I got a call that niggas tryna find me I dont really wanna catch a body But I got a feelin niggas tryna line me
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood Look, run down , tag em I give em twenty if he catch em .44 , blast him Hit em up, then Im dashin Im poppin , Im flashy The bitches love me cause Im catchy Bad bitch , sassy She got that fire like a dragon Look, big body, Wagon I remember I aint have it Twenty-one, Im a savage I got twenty-one in the carats Throwin bullets Throwin bullets like Im Madden Leave that nigga in a casket The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood For all my niggas, for all my niggas, baow Bitch, blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks We still steppin, we still stretch shit Whats on me? a FN, a FN, a F&N Took my bitch up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz That bitch there aint worth a quarter, I fuck with tens Right after she said, "I couldnt", I fucked again Earrings on me look like boogers, bitch, Im worth some Ms 21, bang, do whatever for the gang Nudy gon pop out with that stick and I know that he wont say a name Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin for fame Aint no secret, big 4Ls, them fuckboys know what I claim Richard Mille, copped without a show-box Four-five, make you do the hold up Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang Im on the block slangin cold cuts Say you got a body, nigga, so what? Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch None of my opps aint on nothin Broke ass bitches got one gun She get so wet and she slippery She screamin and yellin, "Put dick in me" Most of these jewelers is sick of me Savage spend money ridiculously I aint with all of the bickery They disappear, I know trickery He made a diss and it tickle me I dont let bullshit get to me Switches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my opps We treat beef like albums, nigga, all that shit get dropped I aint got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
Traphouse Mob Swirv Pop Smoke, look Doin shit you cant believe Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two Gs Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin on bitches overseas Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee Heard that they dropped the witness, Im just sippin my tea I aint take a patdown, Im inside the club with my piece Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast Look, I said Im really real in real life Look, I bet I do what I want I know the owner to the club Thats why I got in with my pump Im really real in real life I fuck your bitch if I feel like Cause we do what we want How we want, whenever we want Flex on these niggas, they know Im the topic Hundred bands in my pocket You aint a rich nigga, stop it All this green up on me like a Goblin If you tellin, Im tellin em to pop it Call up the Batman, Im robbin Big .38 with a silencer I got so much bodies, they pilin up I like a blue-haired bitch I got a new year whip She love the way that I put it down She fell in love with these hundred rounds Doin shit you cant believe Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two Gs Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin on bitches overseas Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee Heard that they dropped the witness, Im just sippin my tea I aint take a patdown, Im inside the club with my piece Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast Bitch get naked in my presidential suite , yeah Poppin off tags, every day wear a brand new tee , yeah Grew up, I turned into the G I wanna be , yeah Got a timepiece, but the time, I cannot see Dropped a bag, they covered his body up with a sheet Pull up on the block, they left him in the middle of the street Rest in piss, I hope his family losin sleep Keep my eyes open, I kill his cousin if he come for me, yeah Any second on the clock, Im sippin on Wock , yeah Say he want smoke, drop a bag, everybody get shot, yeah Anytime we leave the club these bitches gon flock , yeah Keep makin hits, Ima keep em on my jock Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two Gs Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin on bitches overseas Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee Heard that they dropped the witness, Im just sippin my tea I aint take a patdown, Im inside the club with my piece Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
Look, look Im armed and dangerous Aint no parking at the light, nah, aint no stainin us, huh Keep a K with us Please dont, please dont play with us, nah We up it, aimin, uh Aint no hidin, flossy, baby, thats where I be Lymie, if you lookin for me, you can find me Try me , niggas know that Im grimy Niggas know Im on timin , big body like a lineman I know how to vibe , but no I aint cool Look at me funny , bet Ill shoot up the room Shoot out the coupe , I let it boom Nah , I dont play with these niggas, never Play with it Niggas know I keep a K with it Ace Makaveli , wavin it, wavin it All my apes on the loose Aint no tamin em, tamin em 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 dont got the chop, deck em, deck em, deck em Got some brand new chops, test em, test em, test em Its an opp in the spot, there he go, over there chillin with his bitch Point him out, where he at? Jeremis gon give the assist Six shots, clip him, I bet I empty the clip Pop Smoke on apeshit, but everybody know Im Crip Im armed and dangerous Aint no parking at the light, nah, aint no stainin us, huh Keep a K with us Please dont, please dont play with us, nah We up it, aimin, uh Im 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 , duckin the jakes Free Melly Gs, free G Nice, and free Rocky out the cage , uh Its Big 092MLBOA, woo
Yeah, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, yeah Paranoia, Im havin thoughts in my head Im at the party, in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior, ooh I told her back off fore Im bout to catch a body Bitch, this puller aint no fuckin Miley Cyrus, Kawasaki She gon ride it like a Harley, niggas hardly gettin money right now I told this bitch, "I cant keep up, most of my thoughts in the clouds" Paranoid, I know some niggas wanna see me gone Just made twenty mil, Im tryna fuckin enjoy Fore you kick my door down and shoot, thats my lil boy Keep a tool, loose screws, baby When you "Woo," Ima "Woo" back Aim at his head , put half a mil on a case and go to bed, slatt, slatt , yeah, yeah Paranoia , Im havin thoughts in my head Im at the party in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Dont ask who I am, shoot that 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 Im locked in, you gotta watch your door Im sorry, but Im not sorry Cops pull me over cause Im in a Rari Got topped off from lil mama ridin shotty Man, Woo gon shake the room, might catch a 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 Im Ali, tryna stay sane Paranoia, Im havin thoughts in my head Im at the party, in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior You know reality bites, its chess, not checkers Those empty threats only sound good on your records If the patois is not followed by a Blocka Its like Marked for Death Screwface, without the choppa Let em rush the stage when you made like Sinatra Only to hide the blade flyin back through LaGuardia I might even buy a home out in Mississauga On my walls, have scrawls of Tschabalalas Many dolls, thatre sprawled, they my Ill Nanas Make a call, she gon crawl, bad gyal Patra Im involved and absolved, I am Godfather, hush I just did six days in London, paranoia Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon Thoughts in my head, know that Im Woo When you see me, you know that Im Woo When you see me, you know that Im Woo I said paranoia, I got some thoughts in my head Im at the party, in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior Thats the paranoia, oh, the paranoia I said Im paranoid, paranoia
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah Oh-oh Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah Ayy, like here we go, here we go, here we go now Me and you catchin vibes when it go down Late nights in Dubai, its a coupe Been fallin fast, cant lie, its the truth Like here we go, here we go, here we go now I swear I feel like Ive been here before now Girl, you made me cut off all my hoes And Id rather chill with you than with my bros So lets get high in the back seat Park up on the back street behind your house As long as we keep them lights down And the noise down, he can never find out , yeah So lets get high in the back seat Park up on the back street, behind your house As long as we keep them lights down And the noise down, he can never find out , yeah Oh-oh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh 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? Theres some things I 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, meet my gang Show you that Im nothin like these other lames Shawty, you know you could be my new main I could put you on some new things So lets get high in the back seat Park up on the back street behind your house As long as we keep them lights down And the noise down, he can never find out , yeah So lets get high in the back seat Park up on the back street, behind your house As long as we keep them lights down And the noise down, he can never find out , yeah Oh-oh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh
Brokie, brokie Nine shots in the Ruger, I step on court they like, "Watch the shooter" Look, big 092MLBOA GQ, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga? Me too Brodie gon what? Brodie gon back out, brodie gon brush em Look, brodie gon, brodie gon, rrr Diggin that Louis bag, Louis bag, nigga diggin that bag, duffle Brodie gon back out, cut em, brodie gon, woo, I bet Moe gon shoot Said Im big 092, know that Im woo Dont come to my block, we gon give em the boot I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof, two .38s, three .22s Big NBA, we did it first Watch what you say, you could get hurt Fuck all my opps, they get it worst My bitch got the chop, shit in the purse Pull up on Rex, dont even trip If I call Stretch, empty the clip Those not my opps, free Thano Brim The fuck is Zanotti? Nigga a snitch Dont get put on a shirt, watch niggas lurk I keep a Glock when Im in church Spin through your block, step on the clutch Hit that boy up, then I reverse Brodie got locked for the choppa Lost four of my straps, gotta go get a fifth one I be fuckin on opp bitches Kick em and pass em to Pop, its too many to pick from Uh, say that, Ill call a Ape with a Maybach Im 823, I get straight cash, if you got that work, Ima take that We pull up to houses and baby showers Woo from the Floss, we dont play with ours You wont ever catch me broad day without it GDK and I dont even play about it Uh, uh, Day-Date Have you screaming through mega like, "Mayday" Who the fuck are you talking to crazy? If you dont want no beef, nigga, pay me The fuck is these niggas gon get back Empty the clip, they shit wacked Take all the breesh, I got big packs Shoot through the V, make em sit back Uh, rumble Step on the field, watch em crumble Im so drip like I stepped in a puddle I back out and hit you and your uncle Window down, let the semi spit .40 Glock with a 50 clip Get the addy then I get em hit Had to shoot a nigga for a mixy bitch Uh, treesha, shorty wan suck on my nina I pull up like Ace in a finas, I leave her shit wet, Aquafina And I got that pussy on Fiji If you got a gun, come and meet me Breesh spendin, pull up in like three Vs Opp treesha, she dyin to eat me I dont talk to niggas, I dont play with niggas Got a bad bitch thatll tase a nigga Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, nigga, Woo back Uh, the fuck wrong with dem pussy bwoy dem, eh? Dem talk bout bombaclaat Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh Wah dem mean? Uh Tell dem pussy deh, "Go suck ya mudda!"
Huh? I like mine yummy yellow And that ass feel like jello Shorty lightskin and tatted Ass fat, so I grabbed it I gave her this dick and I lasted No rubber, no plastic You know how to get right, mama I gotta get my baby She know my worth Kissin on my jewels, fuck a nigga out his shirt No time for holdin hands, she holdin my worth Baby pop that pussy in everything but a Perc Im lovin her good, makin sure she never hurt She lickin my wood, never too classy to slurp Look me in my eyes when you tell me that its mine Told her Im too playa, I cant fall for the lies I know baby That you a bad lil somethin and that ass, it drive me crazy And I swear that nothin else phase me I like mine yummy yellow And that ass feel like jello Shorty lightskin and tatted Ass fat, so I grabbed it I gave her this dick and I lasted No rubber, no plastic You know how to get right, mama I gotta get my baby Its Pop Smoke , she know my worth Young flossy nigga, she know Im in my Birk She zippin down my pants, Im takin off her shirt Kissin on my neck , liftin up her skirt Im fuckin her good, makin sure she come first I had to get it in before she went to work All I need is weed and Henny , no chaser Cant nobody replace her I like it when she make me miss her She make it stand up like a missile every time that I kiss her You know its the thighs for me White toes, sun dress, make you cry for me Ooh, get you wet, wet, wet Ooh, bend your back like that Ooh, baby, just like that Didnt know you could shake that ass like that I like mine yummy yellow And that ass feel like jello Shorty lightskin and tatted Ass fat, so I grabbed it I gave her this dick and I lasted No rubber, no plastic You know how to get right, mama I gotta get my baby So yeah, my lady, my baby No, no Woo back baby
See, because I am going to kill the fuckery over there And people is going to be in demand of all the truth When you come to flossy, better have your gun Whats the key to the block? Better have your gun Disrespect the gang, better have your gun Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun Talk down on my name, better have your gun Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun, look You shot in the air, is you scared of me? 2Pacs, I aint mad at you Shot a nigga, he was laughing, huh The same nigga crying after, huh Put a pussy on a platter, huh Shot your mans and now they adding up Your mans down and now you mad as fuck I fucked your bitch and then Im passing her What the fuck is you telling me? I got the pedigree In the hood, Im fighting felonies Its a whole bunch of jealousy in the air What the fuck a nigga telling me? Shoot a nigga, go to jail for it Cause I know I got the bail for it For my gun, Ill 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 Niggas cant get into this Late nights in Puerto Rico Breaking down a half a kilo Eating chicharon with the people Having an orgy with three hoes When you come to flossy, better have your gun Whats the key to the block? Better have your gun Disrespect the gang, better have your gun Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun Talk down on my name, better have your gun Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun, look Niggas talking bout a rhyme, Im talking bout guns and crime Im fuckin with you and yours if you think that you fuckin with mines Im a diamond in the rough, all I wanna do is shine Late nights up in the 9, just know I keep a nine I aint with the bitching and snitching I aint with the politicking Rather sit up in the jail Or swim with the fishes You aint 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 Fuckin on a lil mama Lightskin with a jatty I aint a gangster if you ask me But lil nigga, dont put it past me I put your body on standby While I blow a dub like Max B When you come to flossy, better have your gun Whats the key to the block? Better have your gun Disrespect the gang, better have your gun Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun Talk down on my name, better have your gun Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun Or you 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
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, yeah Palaze, what you cookin?´ Look You dont 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" So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah You should enjoy yourself Its a room full of trap niggas , strap niggas If the opps run up in this shit, we gon clap niggas Woo niggas , some slatt niggas Pockets fat like a fat nigga, yeah Shopping up in Saks Fifth with a cup of Actavis to get Christian Dior Look, I be all up in the stores Young nigga, I can buy you what you want She got a fat ass, shorty shaped like Serena Long hair, brown eyes, shorty look like Selena Shorty said that she was Puerto Rican Her pussy wet like Katrina Oh, 2-10 on the dashboard Shorty, be clear what you ask for And she got that get-right momma And I gotta get my baby Listen, I dont want no problems I just want my baby You dont 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" So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah You should enjoy yourself And we outside goin beep, beep, beep I pull up where you eat and sleep Ah, dont have no time for no meet and greet She have a man, so she creep and sneak Wanna take it real deep and deep Deep until she cant speak, yeah, yeah She was screamin, "Jesus, please" If you think she could be complete Know we comin in through the back door, its mad dog Got a strap on him and go slap one of them He gon catch a body if somebody should act hard Im just tryna party and play with my bank card Say she want alcohol, no chaser She gon let me hit it and collect her changes up Dont stop throwin your back, its major Swimmin in your water, Im like a sailor Bumping Pop Smoke through the speaker She said, "Long Live Papi Locsta" You dont 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 Look, they say, "Fly girls have more fun" So what? So you should enjoy yourself, yeah, yeah You should enjoy yourself I wont kiss and tell Just buy you Chanel Always roll you up, put Hs on your belt
Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Keep the intro Oh, my boy, you already know Ah More time Melly and D-Nice still in the cage, more time That aint gon stop us from getting paid, more time Certain things aint never gonna change, never speak to them guys without your lawyer cause they giving more time My mans died, I put him on a chain, more time A lot of niggas cant handle the pain, more time Im a hard animal to tame, saw my son killer sitting on the train, give a nigga more time Look If my mans down, nigga, I up and get em Max Payne, Im toting TECs and Berettas Never trust a boy, its always the setup If I see an opp, I bet Ima wet em New speed, I bet I change up the level Make it rain, I bet I change up the weather To walk through, I need twenty five and better Old hundreds, have em sticking together Louis V and Amiri the denim My mans up top rocking Gucci sweaters Red bottoms, Rollies in the pen Pinky ring Cartier lens Ride around big body Benz Blacked out, all you see is tints See, me, I aint worried bout men Act up, get a shot to your chin Hollow tips got acquired taste Get straight, boy, my brother an ape Catch a body, then Im back in the cave If you dont got a body, you cant relate If you dont bang, you cant get in the car Big woo, know Im shooting them stars Mama begging me to pray to Allah Walk in the mall, niggas know who we are Forty-one millimeter plain jane Niggas get locked up, start naming names Pussy nigga, get the fuck out my way Ma, Im sorry, Im just stuck in my ways Hello Black hair by the Regis and Pello I like my bitch Spanish, she yellow Her ass fat, feel like Jello She said she want Chane-ne Pop Smoke on the TV I did fifteen on my check-ins She said she didnt believe me Until I pulled up in a foreign And I cashed out on a TD Snowman like Jeezy VS, Im freezing Red bottoms, Im bleeding Louboutin when Im stepping Stone Cold what Im repping Big .38 for the weapon Man down, check the scoreboard Im a bulldog with this .44 Break legs like Paul George Said, I break legs like Paul George Grrt
Uh? Woo, haha Fuck it up , stick it out Throw it back , for these racks Poke it out , stick it out Throw it back , for these riches She got a thing for niggas with money She got a thing for niggas with money Poke it out , stick it out , throw it back I got the baddest bitch out of the city She got my name on top of her titty I do my dance when I get jiggy I do my dance, I feel like Im Shiggy Hit the pole, do a trick Climb on top , do a split She wanna do it on my dick Sit on my Amiris, I told her look out for the stick Baby , let me , see somethin , okay Two bad , bitches , goin , both ways Woo, she gon do it for these bands She make it clap like how I do both of my hands Fuck it up , stick it out Throw it back , for these racks Poke it out , stick it out Throw it back , for these riches She got a thing for niggas with money She got a thing for niggas with money Poke it out , stick it out , throw it back
You know what it is When you hear that, ha Tired of these niggas cappin Niggas runnin their jewels Okay, okay They aint expectin this one From the Brooklyn Bridge, South Bronx My bitch go loco, loco Woo back, baby Woo Let me see some Okay, okay Okay, okay Montana Is that your whip? Is that your bitch? Wanna catch me slippin Put this on my hip I got a thing for Bugattis My youngins itching to body And I aint lookin behind I cut that rearview on the side I got French over like Vanessa Williams in the millions, forty cop on her dresser Its that South Bronx, baby Loko, loko , dough boy, loko Nigeria, loko, loko, ball, couldnt go pro Watch your leg, David shoot it out with the po-po They be like, "Coke boys, goddamn, wheres the cocaine" Half a mill for a show Goddamn, came from the four train Still live by the cold main Twenty-four karat on my gold chain Four finger gold ring Still have the old one My bitch love coco, coco Woo back, baby Woo Let me see some Okay, okay Okay, okay Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke Im from the Floss where niggas tote They couldnt be Crips, so they turned Folks Drivin through the Ville, droppin the cho I gotta laugh cause these niggas jokes Dread like, "Who these niggas?" "I dont know" But Im on go And Im in that Bugatti, movin two hundred Givin pumps, like, "Who shot ya?" Me and Trey, thats four choppers Man down All you see is helicopters Paramedics pick him up They gon send him to the doctor Im in the hood like an engine, revvin My checks is clearin Your checks is pending And I got a couple gangsters, let me know If you want smoke Cause, boy, I can send em And I got a bad bitch, ass up Face down Yeah, she love doggystyle And she got a Louis bag That hold the extendo Okay, okay Okay, okay Look, my bitch go loco, loco Woo back, baby Woo Let me see some Okay, okay Okay, okay My bitch go loco, loco Woo back, baby Woo Let me see some Okay, okay Okay, okay
Ricos going crazy again Woo Iced out Audemars I got forty thousand Im up in all the stores, wait Hahaha, hahaha Look Oh, you feelin sturdy, nigga? Look, we bout to get sturdy now We bout to get sturdy now Iced out Audemars Got like forty more Walked in with forty thousand Im up in all the stores Bad bitch from Baltimore And she love Dior She throw a hunnid clip When it rains, it pours Shawty light and sexy She like givin becky Sexy like she drivin Lexus Bad bitch gon smack the reverend Spin your block like Tetris Longhorn, Texas I cant fuck no fat bitch, never Im young and reckless I said Im shootin proper I make em Cha Cha Im a rocker, Ill boom your casa Then do the Cucaracha I order steak with lobster After I smoke my purple Southside, Nobu, know Im global Im on a different timin My VS diamonds dancin This aint no SI stones Im smokin Runtz in Rome Ice on my neck, Im freezin If you dont suck dick, Im leavin Bad bitch geekin, showin cleavage She know she teasin Dont try this at home This for the rich and famous, uh Highly educated, patient Off the Runtz, Im faded All my cars updated Only V-12 engines All my checks is clearin Yours is pending Only drivin German In the Benz, Im swervin Iced out Audemars Got like forty more Walked in with forty thousand Im 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 Im in Hertz spending thousands Lil baddies from the island They told me, "Dafi, you be wildin" Twenty thousand on Dior And the brand new Porsche got no mileage These foreign bitches actin childish I be flossing, drippin with no stylist Uh Ask Rico Beats, yeah, Im a G.O.A.T. I pour the liquor, its a boat Bitch, Im Dafi Woo, Im not Folk Uh, wait And I spent a hundred on an AP I make you niggas look like babies And I throw the rock up like Im Jay-Z Iced out Audemars, spent like 50K We up in all the stores Uh, uh Oh, you feeling sturdy, nigga? Cause you could get shot down And I spin like fifty, nigga Cause I keep them Glocks round Popping Percs in Bally Keep her percolated Shades dark for all the haters Nigga, Im a taker I make you meet your maker Iced out Audemars Dafi Woo Iced out Audemars Got like forty more Walked in with forty thousand Im up in all the stores Bad bitch from Baltimore And she love Dior She throw a hunnid clip When it rains, it pours
Theres a lotta talk on my name, nigga Yall niggas know whats goin on Look, Im armed and dangerous Aint no parking at the light, no, aint no stainin us Cant trust a soul if you aint gang, no, you cant hang with us I came from nothing, I call Guap, he let it bang for us He let it, he let it Im 092, yeah, Im woo Let it bang out the coupe I let it boom, let it shoot Got them 22s in my shoes Huh, thats on everything Thats on everything Thats on everything Uh, Im SRK , GDK And I play, up it to your face And I gang bang and we slay Get away, thirty, get away, get away Why you talkin like you wooin Who you shootin? Who you foolin? Huh, thats on everything Thats on everything Thats on everything Keep mop I go chemo, give you cancer Stupid dizzy, you a dancer Dummy got got by the Woos He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up I hold that boy for ransom I pour a four in my Fanta Is you with it or not? Gun to his head, put your hands up Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha While Im fuckin on your baba I order steak with my lobster I turn your noodles to pasta Huh, thats on everything Thats on everything Thats on everything Look, said I pull up to TD in i8 If we all gettin money then why hate? Smoove Hease the renty That boy is too bent an he about to go fuck up the crime rate I got .22s up in my coupe Act up in a school, we pull up, we givin the boot Yeah, Im big flossy Woo No construction, but a nigga know I got the tool Im never lackin, always pistol-packing With them automatics, we gon send him to heaven Pull up, what crackin nigga? What you jackin? Found his body up on Chanel 11 Uh, thats on everything Thats on everything Thats on everything Huh, theres no exposing me I got hit, then you got hit, thats how its spposed to be If I want you dead, then you dead, theres no controllin me 40 clip, 30 clip, 50 clip I got a whole lotta guns, nigga Pull up, whats crackin? Whats up? What happened? No jokin, no laughin, no talkin, we scrappin Uh, thats on everything Thats on everything Thats on everything
Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh Said we in Miami We just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches thats down, ready to fuck Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Look Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches thats down, ready to fuck She said she wanna be a bartender, Im like, "Your ass aint fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I aint 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 camе out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt" She just put up with mad work, yеah You worried bout the wrong thing Thats bad work, its bout the cash first When you down, we run up that shower Break it down in the back, girl If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours You cant put me first, thats backwards Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches thats down, ready to fuck She said she wanna be a bartender, Im like, "Your ass aint fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I aint 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 We in Sky-ami Go all the way up Got a hunnid bitches in the VIP, better go fuck Bitch cant put no panties on, got dope in my cup Take a Visa to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a bitch drip, yeah Top of the penthouse, its a personal shopper bringin fire and fresh you cant find in the store My bitch gon step on a bitch in Dior Smokin out the pound, drink out the bottle Mermaid, pussy taste like some water Jimmy Choo shoe, Manolo Blahniks Copped the new jewels just for the fun of it Got the number two, shorty rewind Got the plaques, now she found out her own Got the smashes, every day like a goon Million dollars, drip got me on the moon I be takin shit down like a tycoon All the solitaries tryna patrol Sagittarius when I walk in a room Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones Said we in Miami , we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches thats down, ready to fuck She said she wanna be a bartender, Im like, "Your ass aint fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck Said we in Miami , we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches thats down, ready to fuck She said she wanna be a bartender, Im like, "Your ass aint fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I aint 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
So how can I be anything I wanna be If I die in my dreams? Uh-huh Heard you talkin on my name Its gon be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin with me or one of mines Its gon be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin with me or one of mines So many problems I can kill with just a text Not many barbers put a razor to my neck So many fathers raised us heartless in the jects So when it come to opps, murder I еxpect Pop Smoke gunshot, focused on onе spot White glove, dice game, Wilt Chamberlain on the block The rain man, my stocks is one to watch Carry a casket, a nigga carry some shots Bomboclaat niggas in drop tops I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines Still keepin it real, every word and line Can I freeze the watch? You niggas burnin time Its gon be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin with me or one of mines Its gon be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin with me or one of mines Four-door, hitters in the back Big body and its tinted black Politickin, we aint into that Smokin opps til the clip end Forty carats on my wrist, yeah Me and Dread into liftin Me and Dread into liftin Four-door, hitters in the back Big body and its tinted black Politickin, we aint into that Smoking opps til the clip end Forty carats on my wrist, yeah Me and Dread into liftin Me and Dread into liftin Its gon be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin with me or one of mines Its gon be a manslaughter or homicide If you fuckin with me or one of mines To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid To my children make sure your bed get made And to my girl, Im missin you these days Im missin you these days To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid To my children make sure your bed get made And to my girl, Im missin you these days Im missin you these days Funny how the worst shit, happens to the best of them Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na So how can I be anything I wanna be If I die In my dreams? Hey Just wanna fly free I just want to be me I just want to live out all my dreams Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yoz, what you tellin me? Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu Just put blonde dye in my hair, now Im feelin like Goku Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu Just put four in my cup, now my cup is purple Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu I just left with your girl, but we leave no clues Lil nigga got a voice, fixed that shit, thats Pro Tools Young boy came up off crack cocaine, now sell out the O2 Yo, we just got in with that burner Turn your friend into a murder Theyre takin Ls, theyre learners Tennis chains on me, Im a server She got a big mouth then I swerve her Original, just like a Werther He jumpin the fence, hurdle I just broke in your bitch like a burglar Burglar , burglar , burglar Then I put Gorillaz, no BAPE, on Slide on your block, they need tape on Save the game with no cape on Came in the game in my apron She wanna eat, I wanna lay one Bussin it open since day one Day one Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu Just put blonde dye in my hair, now Im feelin like Goku Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu Just put four in my cup, now my cup is purple Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu I just left with your girl, but we leave no clues Lil nigga got a voice, fixed that shit, thats Pro Tools Young boy came up off crack cocaine, now sell out the O2 I just got the drop on my opp He lacking in the spot, we hop out and park it Pop Smoke , Young Adz Huh, we hop out and spark em Shoot up the scenery Dip off and change the artillery I do not play with no enemy Because they tryna get rid of me Drop him, high road, see me in a foreign All black, feel like Im in Gotham The heroin come from a poppy Got hit in his leg, hoppin Smokin an opp got me coughin Schoolin the yutes, Im a boffin Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu Just put blonde dye in my hair, now Im feelin like Goku Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu Just put four in my cup, now my cup is purple Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu I just left with your girl, but we leave no clues Lil nigga got a voice, fixed that shit, thats Pro Tools Young boy came up off crack cocaine, now sell out the O
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 If 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 dont play with me Pull up to the party, guess what we in? Whos coming in? Like all of us Im from a town where we pour the Henny in double cups Its enough Henny for all of us We getting money we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi, designer stuff Just pulled twenty K, Ive 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 aint jacking a lot of you niggas Got the ice on my neck, call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger I dont 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 aint jacking a lot of you niggas Got the ice on my neck, call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger I dont 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
Oh, you aint know I could sing? Hahaha 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 Thats 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 thats 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 dont talk control, oh, oh Shorty a lil baddie Call me his lil boo thing Know I got the fatty Thats 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 dont kiss and tell Every time I fuck, she call me daddy My lil mama nasty I see the pussy through the panties She taste like candy She a queen, like Nefertiti Uh oh, my lil mama sittin pretty And we be shoppin through the city I gave her keys to the Bentley Get off your knees, you dont gotta cry to me Im your best friend, baby, you dont gotta lie Ill get you everything that you want and that you need From Chanel to Celine, its on you to decide Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best Start liftin up your dress, start kissin on your neck Start rubbin on your butt, start massagin your breasts I aint wanna give you a baby just yet So I backed out and nutted on your breasts I put you in a Uber and sent you to your bed The very next day , you sent me a text You pulled up to the crib and we did it again Shorty 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 And I kept it undercover Cause I dont kiss and tell You know, I never found love until I looked into your eyes First time blushin, I aint 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 Im inside Its your vibe, leave with me you gettin high None of these bitches fuckin wit you even if they tried She a tsunami, I aint 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 theres something in your mind, you can tell me And if I told you whats on mine, would you help me? You gon see the bigger picture, its just gon take time Just because you mine, Ima keep you lookin like a dime Aint no imperfections, girl, you fine Baby, whats your sign? I hope you aint against the slow grind Work, work, its me and you, me and you Keep it silent, there aint nothin we cant 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, its workin She said she a virgin She my biggest fan, she always lurkin And she know Im a man, Ima put that work in I know she cant stand me, Im fancy So Ima bring her out when I get my GRAMMY Late night sex, she cant find her panties Couldnt hold it in, now she need a plan B Shorty a lil baddie She my lil boo thing And 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 dont kiss and tell
Traphouse Mob This is a Melo beat Hmm-mm-mm-mm, oh I get it, then- 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 I get it, then flip it, then double it I get it, then flip it, then double it I get it Its big papi locsta Big racks only, when niggas step on the scene Aint nobody told ya? Off the bracelet so Im back to wildin in these streets Mr. Spin-in-Rovers Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hopin out the Vs Mr. Run-You-Over On A$AP, I up it ASAP an took yo bih Im a trappin fanatic I walk in the spot like I want it all Amiri jeans for the denim, 100 clip, he get him Dont call it who wanna ball Double G for the swag, you can check the tag Flossy nigga droppin Gs Big Benty for the Vs, 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 thats your mans, he is a rat Cant fuck with these niggas, niggas is whack Come to your block, give him a smack Pull up, TD, leave where hes at Shorty Forty Yeah, Ive been wildin since fourteen Shootin like Kobe Flex like Korver, spin it, Im on em, spinnin, we shootin down Hawthorne Look, be on my tail, like peanut butter Windows is tinted, cant see nothin Im strapped with a laser if he want it Put a bullet in your head and your femur Droolin Chanel Grippin them shells, hope these niggas dont tell I am not seein no cell Cause Pop Smoke got my bail I get it, then flip it, then double it 9 to the Floss when we comin in We where them hunnids say No, we aint run with it 9 to his Bloods, now he tumblin Put that lil bitch on the shelf LV on my belt Drippin designer myself I am not needin no help Saucin Im on the Molly, Im nauseous Dont play with the gang, precaution Where is my mind? I lost it Woo, saucin Spin on these niggas regardless Hop out and aim for the target I used to play up in Target Woo I used to trap out the garbage I used to trap in the darkness Its a Wraith, not a Charger Its a Wraith, not a Charger 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 thats your mans He is a rat Cant fuck with these niggas Niggas is whack Come to your block, give him a smack Pull up, TD Leave where hes at Shorty
Uh? Yeah Ayy Look, pull up, whats crackin? Pull up, what happened? A lot of guns and automatics A lot of guns and automatics Pull up, whats crackin? Pull up, what happened? A lot of guns and automatics A lot of guns and automatics Tell my shooters call me FaceTime Cause we already done faced time Free D-Nice, he doin state time You need the blicky, you can take mine Uh, baby , yeah, Im ridin for my baby One dead, two dead , yeah, we wildin up in Macys You aint gettin bread cause you lazy You call the cops, then he gon raid me Nino cooler than cooler, he still an ooter, he dont settle for nothin Uh, bluffin, pussy boy, stop all that bluffin Run Ricky, yeah, he runnin , run Ricky, yeah, he runnin Back out, brush em , know some niggas thatll shoot you for nothin No politicin, no discussions , no politicin, no discussions Uh, did you? You aint gettin bread, nigga, did you? Big Nappy Blue, that boy evil , Big Nappy Blue, that boy evil Look, pull up, whats crackin? Pull up, what happened? A lot of guns and automatics A lot of guns and automatics Pull up, whats crackin? Pull up, what happened? A lot of guns and automatics A lot of guns and automatics Takeoff Pull up, what happened? Pick up that fire and Im blastin It wasnt no need to hit em with the ratchet So, fuck it, I smack em Its Takeoff the rocket and Im with the Woo Bitch, we everlastin I got a starting five that be natural and the bitch be plastic Whippin that, that come with that , while I be swervin in traffic And the opposition better not , cause they know whats gon happen Talk to that boy, he on FaceTime , heard he got hit, its a flatline Dont know what you would do bout yours , but Ima go Kanye bout mine My jewelrys too cold, you catchin pneumonia I took the beat and I gave it corona Send me the drop and my niggas be on it Only fear God, now show my opponent Aint no complainin bout makin a bag, boy, you gotta get it if you really want it We be them niggas that fuck up the city, they know us for clappin at all our opponents Look, pull up, whats crackin? Pull up, what happened? A lot of guns and automatics A lot of guns and automatics Pull up, whats crackin? Pull up, what happened? A lot of guns and automatics A lot of guns and automatics Look, pull up, whats crackin? Pull up, what happened? A lot of guns and automatics A lot of guns and automatics Pull up, whats crackin? Pull up, what happened? A lot of guns and automatics A lot of guns and automatics
This is Woo Woo This is crip Ayo Cig From the cut Ayo Cig Huh? Fuck what you talking bout, nigga? Huh? Stupid Its thirty-two in the clip, nigga Baow, movie Pop Smoke, Bizzy Like, like Dawg, pass me the sitchy, Im clutch Tell em, "Come spin my block", , tell em, "Come send them shots" You aint no shooter , baow, you just tote that chop You dont want beef, you just want some props I aint get touched, how you my opp? Bitch, Im too sauced Nah, I dont dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo walk The most I might do is the Woo walk And I know they mad, uh Look, but please dont act silly If I spin in a black flag They gon think Im a dizzy Bitch, Im a sleaze, baow , give a fuck who you be Yeah, I fuck with them real niggas , who fuckin with me Dont ask if Im GDK , nah, nigga, Im EBK Fuck the judge and the DEA , suck dick if you feel a way Im a lil body but I talk like a big body cause I put in that pain I walk with that lil body but I back out that big body if you speak on my name These niggas know nothin bout me but they gon keep talkin bout me and that shit aint gon change I been in a cell and aint shit you can tell me , if you aint got hands, invest in 11s Toughest nigga in your squad gon be tellin, now all them niggas that be with me some felons I really talk on the beats If you not in the streets, you wont understand it I get the chop and that nigga gon panic Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage, like Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage Yeah, I got Ruger with me, Leeky with me, bitch , we dont spin in no Ubers And I got Rilla with me, Juju with me, bitch , we might hit your medulla You cant get busy with me, jiggy with me, demon with me, hundo with me, uh The first nigga actin silly, catch a figgy Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run , watch how he— Dawg, pass me the sitchy, Im clutch Tell em, "Come spin my block", , tell em, "Come send them shots" You aint no shooter, baow , you just tote that chop You dont want beef, you just want some props I aint get touched, how you my opp? Bitch, Im too sauced Nah, I dont dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo walk The most I might do is the Woo walk And I know they mad, uh Look, but please dont act silly If I spin in a black flag They gon think Im a dizzy Tell that nigga to spin , thats when the party begin And my Glock full of sins , bullets hit your chin, I walk away grinnin If you jack my shit K , then its fuck what you said Bizzy send shots where you lay Bizzy send shots where you lay Look, said Im 823, sanctioned Reach for my chain, we gon spank em I aint your regular gang member Everybody know Im sanctioned If I step on a island, we wildin up I aint gon step till the guards is out Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah My niggas raisin the body count .44 Bulldog, make em get back I aint with the talk or the chit-chat Get your shit cracked If I back out the chop, better get back Call Dread, thats the new Tom Brady Niggas gettin no bread cause they lazy Tell Dread lift em , if that nigga talkin crazy Now its fuck you, pay me , or bullets start blazin Since I was young we invested in guns, now we lookin at the stars in the Wraith While Im gettin head by your bae She like, "Poppy, I love how you taste" She like, "Poppy, can you nut?" Im like, "Baby, just wait" I told her to— Dawg , pass me the sitchy, Im clutch Tell em, "Come spin my block", , tell em, "Come send them shots" You aint no shooter, baow , you just tote that chop You dont want beef, you just want some props I aint get touched, how you my opp? Bitch, Im too sauced Nah, I dont dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo walk The most I might do is the Woo walk And I know they mad, uh Look, but please dont act silly If I spin in a black flag They gon think Im a dizzy
Woo Wait Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry, huh, wait Hahaha Yeah, hol on Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry, catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry Look, I said, "Dont get it twisted, just cause I smile a lot, that dont mean Im with the foolery" When I walk in my school, all the staff "Woo" at me, Im like, "You used to tutor me" I stay in the cut like a Band-Aid and thats where my shooters be Run down, gun tucked, tool on me, tool on me Rah Swish, 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 departmеnt Im rockin Louis V, Louis V cause I aint too pressed with Dior No tеlling, but Im the Messiah, now Im 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, "Whats on your ring?", eleven Carats That come with a bad bitch and a mansion and she from Paris Merci beaucoup , I dont got nothin to prove Its either you win or you lose, its either you win or you lose And I dont 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 Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry, wait Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry Cash Wait Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry, wait Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry Catch a opp and Im takin his jewelry Be in control of your own shit, of your own creations Know what Im sayin? Like be a creator Like, I feel, like, when you create your shit When you know whatchu want, know what I mean? Dont let nobody get in between you and your creation If you want somethin, it gotta be that Make it cause you know it Nobodies gonna tell you, know what Im sayin? I wasnt thinkin about the masses yet, Im thinkin bout my hood You know what Im sayin? Im like, "Nah, I got to drop another one for the hood" As long as you aint on no sucker shit, youll be aight You good, real niggas gonna vibe with real niggas Know what Im sayin? You aint woo, you aint winnin in this shit
Ricos 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 Run down, chase em Hold em for ransom, take em Dropping them rakes, rake em G check, check in Kickback, Tekken Bitch, Im a giant, Beckham All of my niggas reckless If I call Dread, then you dead Cause he on what we on Cowboy Dior Sun out, tee on Flea on, flea on Yeah, I got my flea on If you dont like me, damnit Im 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 dont talk out your mouth Bet I air it, hit anyone near you Stand tall, pussy nigga, I dare you Clean it up, Ill have somebody take care of you Watch him get hit while Im sitting and staring Im with the straights and the apes talking stone to stone Break backs, Im talking bones and bones Hit em up then Im going, Im gone Big Patek, yeah, cologne Pop Smoke famous, up it, aim it Free Melly Gs 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
Yeah, yeah, hunnid thousand on the coupe, yeah, yeah Im with some killers, my niggasll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah This is a Melo beat Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid thousand on the coupe, yeah, yeah Im with some killers, my niggasll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah Im still havin fights with some demons, dont know what to do, yeah, yeah I did some shits in the streets, momma you never knew, yeah, yeah Hunnid thousand on the coupe, yeah, yeah Im with some killers, my niggasll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah Im still havin fights with some demons, dont know what to do, yeah, yeah I did some shits in the streets, momma you never knew, yeah, yeah Look, be on my tail, like peanut butter Windows is tinted, cant see nothin Im strapped with a laser if he want it Put a Glock on your head, you a phenom And I got a hundred round drum, dont get caught at the light It could be your life, its a scary sight Look, its a state of emergency, I know you heard of me Im stone cold, aint no hurtin me I aint with the foolery, I keep a tool on me Cause I got a couple K and some jewelry, nigga, talk for what In my Glock got trust, you got the rules fucked up Leave that boy in the dust Hunnid thousand on the coupe, yeah, yeah Im with some killers, my niggasll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah Im still havin fights with some demons, dont know what to do, yeah, yeah I did some shits in the streets, momma you never knew, yeah, yeah Hunnid thousand on the coupe, yeah, yeah Im with some killers, my niggasll load up and shoot, yeah, yeah Im still havin fights with some demons, dont know what to do, yeah, yeah I did some shits in the streets, momma you never knew, yeah, yeah
Ayy Grrr Know the vibes, baow Know the vibes, baow How you doin? Its legendary shit Fivio Foreign, Pop Smoke How you doin? Bitch, ayy Showin off , all of my niggas is showin off If bro do a hit, Ima show em off See a opp, and show no remorse I took a Perc and start goin off They thought the pills had me fallin off Nah, Im goin more Showin off, ayy , all of my niggas is showin off If bro do a hit, Ima show em off See a opp, and show no remorse Ayy, ayy, ayy I took a Perc and start goin off They thought the pills had me fallin off Nah Im goin more Death, before dishonor I stay in drip, all in designer Shorty a ho, why would you wife her? If she talk hot, I send Twix to line her Nigga, I dare you, move hot They know my body, two chops Uh, Fivi , circle your block for an hour Money , power Too Floss, sour Nigga, you sweet, flowers Oh, you went broke? Cowards Pussy boy, know you aint down to ride Chop to your face if you fuck with my guys Pop Smoke, one of one Headshot, one and done Stone Cold, passion Beat him up, drag him All the opps in a spliff Puff-puff , pass it, pass it, pass it, pass it Gun on his head, tag em All this aggression and action Fashion , fashion Its lookin good in all this fashion Showin off , all of my niggas is showin off If bro do a hit, Ima show em off See a opp, and show no remorse I took a Perc and start goin off They thought the pills had me fallin off Nah, Im goin more Showin off, ayy , all of my niggas is showin off If bro do a hit, Ima show em off See a opp, and show no remorse Ayy, ayy, ayy I took a Perc and start goin off They thought the pills had me fallin off Nah Im goin more Defense Shoot his hand if he reachin Cock it , squeeze it In that sequence, ayy I heard my picture in the precinct, ayy Free Gutta out the Beacon, ayy They askin, , no talkin, , shh, secrets You want that fire look for me, ayy Heat, seekin Ether, vegan But he still with the beefin, ayy, ayy If shawty bad she get the treatment I see through, feen it Beat em, beat em , beat em , beat em, beat em The demon juice Turn me into a demon, ayy Cherry , leanin , Swipey , speedin The bitch is bad, I still cheated, ayy Dont argue, I dont need it Fivi , Im leavin Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Showin off , all of my niggas is showin off If bro do a hit, Ima show em off See a opp, and show no remorse I took a Perc and start goin off They thought the pills had me fallin off Nah, Im goin more Showin off, ayy , all of my niggas is showin off If bro do a hit, Ima show em off See a opp, and show no remorse Ayy, ayy, ayy I took a Perc and start goin off They thought the pills had me fallin off Nah Im goin more AXL O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit
Hahaha, aha, aha Wait Ahaha, hol on Oh, you feelin treeshy? Look, tell em drive the boat Chokin on Henny Tell em drive the boat Woo back, baby Wait, tell em drive the boat Uh, 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 pickin and choosin Im the one she choose She feelin tipsy , Im bout to suck on her titty Im in all the stores , if I got it, I spend it Look, said I hop in a Wraith Couple thots in the Wraith Woo, , Race, I do the dash on the Jakes Taste , yeah, she love how I taste I bun a spliff then I nut on her face She smokin opps to the face Tell em drive the boat Chokin on Henny Tell em drive the boat Woo back, baby Wait, tell em drive the boat Uh, tilt your head back, baby Tell em drive the boat Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it If she sucking proper then she get Chanel Im fresh out on bail, shoot up that Clase Azul Her pussy wet like a pool I pop a Perc for dinner, sinner, winner Pop Smoke, killing I look at the opps like: "Damn, homie" You used to be the man, homie You was talking all that shit, now you a fan homie? Woo with me, I aint twirlin, got your boo with me 100 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 Woo back, baby Wait, tell em drive the boat Uh, tilt your head back, baby Tell em drive the boat Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Hol on, tell em, "Wait, baby" Hahaha, grrrt, baw These niggas is feds I cant fuck with niggas, I cant fuck with niggas I got a couple niggas thatll let it fly for a couple niggas That a couple niggas is me, they love me cause Pop Smoke for the streets I got that heat in the rocket , say the wrong thing, Ima pop it I got them choppas in the closet , a hundred mill deposit That aint an Uber, thats the feds , I see them niggas watchin I like my bitches redbone , ass fat, Jell-O Lightskin, yellow , black hair by the Regis and Pello I got her squirtin in the cream , I put the Perky in my lean Two thirtys got me leanin , I hope I dont OD Like I ODd at Neimans walked in, a hundred in my jeans The Perc got me teased but I drip when Im leavin I got that Woo shit tatted , iced out Patek As long as you gettin money, dont nothin else matter Shake it, baby , bust it down and get naked, baby Just know you sing shit, baby Just know you sing shit, baby I keep that chopper, beretta-tat It aint no stoppin, no lettin up Free all my niggas thats stuck in a cage Hoodie on, lookin fresh, Im a man How you real and you run on your mans? Ill be damned Look, Im comin out with the Peter Pan Lookin for you and your friends Hop in the rocket, go to Venus Im dreamin, Im a genius Hop in the rocket, go to Venus Im dreamin, Im a genius Hop in a rocket, I take off We done came too far to play soft There aint no stoppin, you fuck by the opps Woah, there aint no stoppin my pay short I do my thing, see, niggas try bein like me Im like "Fuck it, lets play horse" Bitch, Im goated, go look at the streams Hundred pack, I can make on my day off While we talkin bout money, I got mine Richard Millie a quarter, I got time Really come from a block where they murder and slaughter A nigga been orderin Hot 9 If Im slidin, Im takin it, easy Its hot-blockin, they showin me stop signs Know you see it, you not blind Ima only keep dumpin, its my time Aint tryna act tough but they know whats up Ask lawyers, I got mine The security still gon get touched That glizzy gon bust, get out line Evidentially, I put em to shame Still, theres demons on my mind And know that Im not normal, Im just livin on my shine Hop in the rocket, go to Venus Im dreamin, Im a genius Hop in the rocket, go to Venus Im dreamin, Im a genius Yeah, Im stimulated I fuck her better than a vibrator Owe me thirty-five favors That I need sooner or later All of my killers enabled Me and the Woo related Nigga, Im sharp as a razor Everything in my favor Cartier, Times Square I be in New York like The Rangers Every song, I get a M I spent an M, Im back at the label All of my bitches is twins and they do whatever I say so Niggas watchin like the TV, oh Im back, pullin cables I just moved up in my weight class Nigga, we ballin like state champs Hold up, you better think fast , you didnt know your ass All of my niggas off house arrest For his birthday, got a new berretta Smokin, Im high as a bird feather I bought the V for the Vendetta Hop in the rocket, go to Venus Im dreamin, Im a genius Hop in the rocket, go to Venus Im dreamin, Im a genius
I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on You say "Who made the beat?", dont be a fool, uh You know I keep it cool, I could be trippin, depend on my mood I got designers, just look at the shoes They say they with it but wont make a move They know that shit come with hate and the news Like a mechanic, I be with the tool but I got some hitters and I let em loose I spent a hunnid fifty on the other wrist cause I aint feelin like I spent enough I just be coolin, chillin in my lane, other niggas really tryna play it tough I know Im really early in the game, but I seen a lot and I done had enough I got some mixed emotions deep inside and I spend my time tryna gear it up, oh I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on You say "Who made the beat?", dont be a fool, uh Dont talk out your mouth unless you know the cost It be a hundred niggas with blue flags surrounding your yard I spin in a Wraith, yeah, Im shootin up stars Im like "Alhamdulillah", Im like "Alhamdulillah" Say I got a big bag , hundred round clip in the Goyard, thats a Goyard Why you tryna get up in my section? Lil nigga, we do not know ya, uh I got a hundred killers in my section ready to show off, do a hit, then show off I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit and they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it, but he showin different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass, he get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see You say "Who made the beat?", say "Who made the beat?" Dont be a fool You know I keep it cool

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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/pop-smoke"

🤖 HuggingArtists Model 🤖

Pop Smoke

@pop-smoke

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

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Languages

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/pop-smoke")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train	validation	test
TRAIN_0.512514	-	-

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/pop-smoke")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

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Source Data

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Who are the source language producers?

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Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

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Licensing Information

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Citation Information

@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/pop-smoke"

Dataset Summary

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

Languages

How to use

Dataset Structure

Data Fields

Data Splits

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

Who are the source language producers?

Annotations

Annotation process

Who are the annotators?

Personal and Sensitive Information

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

Discussion of Biases

Other Known Limitations

Additional Information

Dataset Curators

Licensing Information

Citation Information