Pop Smoke, Mike Dee - Already done lyrics
[Pop Smoke, Mike Dee - Already done lyrics]
(Yoz, What you tellin’ me?)
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that bitch a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love her tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her ass like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)
44 barkin'
(Ayy, huh) , louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit
(Huh) , then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she go talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
We're fucking past that rIP to my dog
He passed me the torch
And I'm sendin’ it off with a cutback
She gets sticky with me, I don't rap-cap
Call them rookies
They shoot off your snapback
Only baddies allowed in my section
They know the objection
Don’t put me on Snapchat
Woozy bitch on my dick tryna’ slap that
And she throwin’ it up
I put a hunnid thousand on my hand
Running through more green than some cleats
Feature with me gon' cost a couple bands
Bet you that track do 50 in a week
She actin' innocent in front of her man
But shawty a show-off underneath the sheets
And now she verified up on the 'Gram
But niggas been verified up in the streets
Nice In the hood, grew up to no good
Took a day, now I cop, but I hold my tongue
And I just made 400k in a day
Bought a watch and a chain
Fuck it momma’ I’m dumb
‘Cause the ice look good, when I hold my gun
Rollin' dice in the hood, how I hold my funds
Put the pipes to your hood
I don't fool with my drums
Niggas know me in the industry and
Know me in the slums
Talk about Pop, and we hit him up
Passing my youngin' the sitchy to get him
Look, tell him: "Don’t miss him" (Woo)
Clip him
(Woo) , Flip him (Woo) , Listen (Rrr)
If I throw a shot I ain’t missing
He lackin’, He buggin’
Like Jeremi’s gon’ lift him (Woo) lift him
(Woo) , Clip him (Woo) , Flip him (Woo)
Listen (Woo)
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that bitch a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love her tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her ass like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)
44 barkin'
(Ayy, huh) , louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit
(Huh) , then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she go talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that bitch a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love her tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her ass like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)
44 barkin'
(Ayy, huh) , louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit
(Huh) , then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she go talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
We're fucking past that rIP to my dog
He passed me the torch
And I'm sendin’ it off with a cutback
She gets sticky with me, I don't rap-cap
Call them rookies
They shoot off your snapback
Only baddies allowed in my section
They know the objection
Don’t put me on Snapchat
Woozy bitch on my dick tryna’ slap that
And she throwin’ it up
I put a hunnid thousand on my hand
Running through more green than some cleats
Feature with me gon' cost a couple bands
Bet you that track do 50 in a week
She actin' innocent in front of her man
But shawty a show-off underneath the sheets
And now she verified up on the 'Gram
But niggas been verified up in the streets
Nice In the hood, grew up to no good
Took a day, now I cop, but I hold my tongue
And I just made 400k in a day
Bought a watch and a chain
Fuck it momma’ I’m dumb
‘Cause the ice look good, when I hold my gun
Rollin' dice in the hood, how I hold my funds
Put the pipes to your hood
I don't fool with my drums
Niggas know me in the industry and
Know me in the slums
Talk about Pop, and we hit him up
Passing my youngin' the sitchy to get him
Look, tell him: "Don’t miss him" (Woo)
Clip him
(Woo) , Flip him (Woo) , Listen (Rrr)
If I throw a shot I ain’t missing
He lackin’, He buggin’
Like Jeremi’s gon’ lift him (Woo) lift him
(Woo) , Clip him (Woo) , Flip him (Woo)
Listen (Woo)
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that bitch a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love her tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her ass like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)
44 barkin'
(Ayy, huh) , louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit
(Huh) , then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she go talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"