Damedot - Pop Smoke lyrics
[Damedot - Pop Smoke lyrics]
(Meech) lil' broke-ass niggas
Look
You say you gettin' money, nigga, me too
(Me too)
Chirps for a low number, I'ma need two
(Brrt) , AR clip see-through
Nah, I ain't the nigga you
Want to start with, get a nigga car flipped
I get money, fuck hoes, and talk shit (Mwah)
Get a squad wiped for a
Couple of them oranges
I can't get no head in
A whip 'less it's foreign
Regardless how she look
She gotta leave when I'm done
Bitch, I gotta flee, gotta run (Gotta go)
Let off so many guns, leave his block soaked
And I'm in Amiri and Dior
Like I'm Pop Smoke
He think that his bitch comin'
Back, but she not, though
(She not, though)
Nigga, this a fin, but it sound like a chop
Though
Bro say he gon' sweep a nigga with a mop
Though i fucked the shit out that bitch
Then I got ghost
I blew some racks at the bar, but I got more
Block hot as hell
Bro watchin' for the narcos
Slidin' down the Mile high as hell
Dodgin' potholes
What I'm sippin' on could've paid
A nigga car note (Wockhardt)
Swear up and down they gettin'
Money, but they not, though
(But they not, though)
Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga
We got those (We got those)
And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke
(Like Pop Smoke)
I just told two hoes to meet
Me on the top floor (Mwah)
I slid past in a Rolls-Royce
Thought they'd seen a ghost (Ghost)
Check the score, we be havin' it
Money comin' like I'm walkin'
With a money magnet dope on the stove
Leave the pints in the cabinet
(Pints in the cabinet)
Use a bitch address to
Catch this lil' package
Racks in the bed, can't fuck on the mattress
(Nah) fuck the lil' eight
I don't usually fuck average (All tens)
Put the shit together
Then make it all vanish got a half brick
You 'bout to see me do magic (Voilà)
Nigga, I don't trust shit but my damn scale
I damn sure don't trust you, nigga
You'll tell (You'll tell)
I got a bag in bigger than a whale
Got that Purina for you boys
Hit a nigga cell
And I hate when niggas talk blow
(Shut the fuck up)
Who don't know it come soft, bro
You don't got no pape', you
Shouldn't even wanna talk, bro
Block hot as hell
Bro watchin' for the narcos
Slidin' down the Mile high as hell
Dodgin' potholes
What I'm sippin' on could've paid
A nigga car note (Wockhardt)
Swear up and down they gettin'
Money, but they not, though
(But they not, though)
Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga
We got those (We got those)
And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke
(Like Pop Smoke)
I just told two hoes to meet
Me on the top floor (Mwah)
I slid past in a Rolls-Royce
Thought they'd seen a ghost (Ghost)
(Meech)
Look
You say you gettin' money, nigga, me too
(Me too)
Chirps for a low number, I'ma need two
(Brrt) , AR clip see-through
Nah, I ain't the nigga you
Want to start with, get a nigga car flipped
I get money, fuck hoes, and talk shit (Mwah)
Get a squad wiped for a
Couple of them oranges
I can't get no head in
A whip 'less it's foreign
Regardless how she look
She gotta leave when I'm done
Bitch, I gotta flee, gotta run (Gotta go)
Let off so many guns, leave his block soaked
And I'm in Amiri and Dior
Like I'm Pop Smoke
He think that his bitch comin'
Back, but she not, though
(She not, though)
Nigga, this a fin, but it sound like a chop
Though
Bro say he gon' sweep a nigga with a mop
Though i fucked the shit out that bitch
Then I got ghost
I blew some racks at the bar, but I got more
Block hot as hell
Bro watchin' for the narcos
Slidin' down the Mile high as hell
Dodgin' potholes
What I'm sippin' on could've paid
A nigga car note (Wockhardt)
Swear up and down they gettin'
Money, but they not, though
(But they not, though)
Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga
We got those (We got those)
And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke
(Like Pop Smoke)
I just told two hoes to meet
Me on the top floor (Mwah)
I slid past in a Rolls-Royce
Thought they'd seen a ghost (Ghost)
Check the score, we be havin' it
Money comin' like I'm walkin'
With a money magnet dope on the stove
Leave the pints in the cabinet
(Pints in the cabinet)
Use a bitch address to
Catch this lil' package
Racks in the bed, can't fuck on the mattress
(Nah) fuck the lil' eight
I don't usually fuck average (All tens)
Put the shit together
Then make it all vanish got a half brick
You 'bout to see me do magic (Voilà)
Nigga, I don't trust shit but my damn scale
I damn sure don't trust you, nigga
You'll tell (You'll tell)
I got a bag in bigger than a whale
Got that Purina for you boys
Hit a nigga cell
And I hate when niggas talk blow
(Shut the fuck up)
Who don't know it come soft, bro
You don't got no pape', you
Shouldn't even wanna talk, bro
Block hot as hell
Bro watchin' for the narcos
Slidin' down the Mile high as hell
Dodgin' potholes
What I'm sippin' on could've paid
A nigga car note (Wockhardt)
Swear up and down they gettin'
Money, but they not, though
(But they not, though)
Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga
We got those (We got those)
And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke
(Like Pop Smoke)
I just told two hoes to meet
Me on the top floor (Mwah)
I slid past in a Rolls-Royce
Thought they'd seen a ghost (Ghost)
(Meech)