PnB Rock, Pop Smoke - Ordinary lyrics
Rakim Hasheem Allen
[PnB Rock, Pop Smoke - Ordinary lyrics]
PnB, Pop Smoke
Don't give no fucks
Nigga check the score board
Bitch 'cause we up
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
Look
Life is short, I don't wanna go to court
(Woo)
Hop in my Porsche, dripped in vLone (Woo)
Teddy Brukshot, give that boy a one shot
(Woo)
Laser ain't no dot, tag him wit a square
(Woo)
Tell that boy he crip, uh, one in the head
(Woo)
Send shots at his head
Bet that boy won't live
(Woo)
I don't give a fuck
'cause all my friends is dead
(Woo)
So I just stack my paper
Glock 9 hold a laser
(Woo)
She came from Alabama, and hit like 9/11
(Woo)
Treesh at my crib 8:45, she out by 9:11 (Woo)
She got like hella bodies
I'm always percolated
(Woo)
And I won't miss a payment
I'm so sophisticated
(Woo)
Blunt like I'm an Oakland raider
Tell her work Rihanna
Call Batman, I'm Robin (Woo)
40k to do a show, up in Ali Baba
If I call Ace
He gon' throw you off the stage
In his Cartiers
(Woo)
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
Oh yea
We just upped the score today
Yeah we just dropped two more today
We do this like its ordinary
I swear I can't wait till
Some more get buried
Hold on, what's that
Bd, rush that
Opps tried to score but that
Shit was a touchback
Spin the block turn that nigga
Into a dust pack
Heard he had the glizzy but
Ain't get to bust that
Oh goddamn that's tragic
We making shit disappear like magic
Just hit a lick wit a bad bitch
She threw the 'oop on one of these rappers
She said they in the hotel lacking
One thing about her she don't do no cappin
So I send seal and bron
They running in your shit and
I don't know what happened
(Gime that shit nigga) Bitch, vLone on me, drip, she on my, dick, she wanna fuck cause I'm lit
I know some bitches that
Play with them pieces
They came in this bitch with their own bodies
We throwing money in the air
This ain't even the strip club
But we all wilding
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
Don't give no fucks
Nigga check the score board
Bitch 'cause we up
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
Look
Life is short, I don't wanna go to court
(Woo)
Hop in my Porsche, dripped in vLone (Woo)
Teddy Brukshot, give that boy a one shot
(Woo)
Laser ain't no dot, tag him wit a square
(Woo)
Tell that boy he crip, uh, one in the head
(Woo)
Send shots at his head
Bet that boy won't live
(Woo)
I don't give a fuck
'cause all my friends is dead
(Woo)
So I just stack my paper
Glock 9 hold a laser
(Woo)
She came from Alabama, and hit like 9/11
(Woo)
Treesh at my crib 8:45, she out by 9:11 (Woo)
She got like hella bodies
I'm always percolated
(Woo)
And I won't miss a payment
I'm so sophisticated
(Woo)
Blunt like I'm an Oakland raider
Tell her work Rihanna
Call Batman, I'm Robin (Woo)
40k to do a show, up in Ali Baba
If I call Ace
He gon' throw you off the stage
In his Cartiers
(Woo)
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
Oh yea
We just upped the score today
Yeah we just dropped two more today
We do this like its ordinary
I swear I can't wait till
Some more get buried
Hold on, what's that
Bd, rush that
Opps tried to score but that
Shit was a touchback
Spin the block turn that nigga
Into a dust pack
Heard he had the glizzy but
Ain't get to bust that
Oh goddamn that's tragic
We making shit disappear like magic
Just hit a lick wit a bad bitch
She threw the 'oop on one of these rappers
She said they in the hotel lacking
One thing about her she don't do no cappin
So I send seal and bron
They running in your shit and
I don't know what happened
(Gime that shit nigga) Bitch, vLone on me, drip, she on my, dick, she wanna fuck cause I'm lit
I know some bitches that
Play with them pieces
They came in this bitch with their own bodies
We throwing money in the air
This ain't even the strip club
But we all wilding
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
(Woo)
I put eight racks of baguettes
Up in my earrings
(Woo)
I'm dripped in vLone
That's what im wearing
(Woo)
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)