Pop Smoke - 60s lyrics
[Pop Smoke - 60s lyrics]
On the block with a choppa
It was just me and chop
I was chilling with killers and scammers
Niggas know how I rock when
I came on the block
No construction, I play with them hammers
And fuck 12 them niggas can't stand us
They shoot at a kid with his hands up
Rest in peace to my soldiers and
For all of my guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to LA we crippin'
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter on the edge i be sipping
I'm trynna get all my guys out the kitchen
For the money, you know that they itchin'
Free all my real niggas sittin' up
It's not how you falling it's
How you getting up 15 on the check-ins, the
Loub' what I'm stеppin'
38 be the weapon no bitchin' up
Its big poppa stunna
You see mе start runnin'
You know it's the gang no switching up
I'm toting them chops
You know I got glizzies
I keep some extra shooters with me
We trap out the basement
We punching them numbers
You hoping and paying for shipping
You sayin' you fuckin' but ain't nothing hit
Me 'cause I keep a blicky
Incase it gets sticky
And I let it woo, but when I'm
Not crippin', we spin in the wraith
Top down in the renty got one in the head
We ain't leave until it's empty
Sippin Henny but we call it
We all we mix the Buscemi
With all of the Fendi my bitch got on Fendi
Until we live Gucci
I need a tone before I get 60
Wishing no pity, you wanna make bread
Tell 'em open up Citi
These niggas don`t walk but
They talk about it
We selling that we don't talk about it
We flexing up but prove we gon
We walk in the spot, then we walk about it
Gang, Gang man, this shit crazy
Lotta niggas ain't who they say they is
Ya feel me?
Niggas wanna talk that tough shit
But when they get touched
They go run to they momma an' shit
Got they mom inboxin' the gang and shit like
You feel me? That shit ain't gangsta
That shit ain't real
Uh, call up the Batman, I'm
Robin, from the flossy
That's Crip and I gangbang
All my niggas on the same thing
Smokin' gas while I switch lanes
Caught a opp up with the hello
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
I'm always around niggas know that
Keep my jaw locked like I'm Kodak
Throw somethin' at me, I'ma throwback
Gang
It was just me and chop
I was chilling with killers and scammers
Niggas know how I rock when
I came on the block
No construction, I play with them hammers
And fuck 12 them niggas can't stand us
They shoot at a kid with his hands up
Rest in peace to my soldiers and
For all of my guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to LA we crippin'
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter on the edge i be sipping
I'm trynna get all my guys out the kitchen
For the money, you know that they itchin'
Free all my real niggas sittin' up
It's not how you falling it's
How you getting up 15 on the check-ins, the
Loub' what I'm stеppin'
38 be the weapon no bitchin' up
Its big poppa stunna
You see mе start runnin'
You know it's the gang no switching up
I'm toting them chops
You know I got glizzies
I keep some extra shooters with me
We trap out the basement
We punching them numbers
You hoping and paying for shipping
You sayin' you fuckin' but ain't nothing hit
Me 'cause I keep a blicky
Incase it gets sticky
And I let it woo, but when I'm
Not crippin', we spin in the wraith
Top down in the renty got one in the head
We ain't leave until it's empty
Sippin Henny but we call it
We all we mix the Buscemi
With all of the Fendi my bitch got on Fendi
Until we live Gucci
I need a tone before I get 60
Wishing no pity, you wanna make bread
Tell 'em open up Citi
These niggas don`t walk but
They talk about it
We selling that we don't talk about it
We flexing up but prove we gon
We walk in the spot, then we walk about it
Gang, Gang man, this shit crazy
Lotta niggas ain't who they say they is
Ya feel me?
Niggas wanna talk that tough shit
But when they get touched
They go run to they momma an' shit
Got they mom inboxin' the gang and shit like
You feel me? That shit ain't gangsta
That shit ain't real
Uh, call up the Batman, I'm
Robin, from the flossy
That's Crip and I gangbang
All my niggas on the same thing
Smokin' gas while I switch lanes
Caught a opp up with the hello
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
I'm always around niggas know that
Keep my jaw locked like I'm Kodak
Throw somethin' at me, I'ma throwback
Gang