Pop Smoke - Exposing Me lyrics
[Pop Smoke - Exposing Me lyrics]
There's a lotta talk on my name, nigga
Y'all niggas know what's goin' on
(Pray to God)
Look, I'm armed and dangerous (Dangerous)
Ain't no parkin' at the light, no
Ain't no stainin' us
Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang, no
You can't hang with us
I came from nothing, I call Guap
He let it bang for us he let it, he let it
I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo
Let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom, let it shoot
Got them 22's in my shoes
Huh, that's on everything
(That's a fact, nigga)
That's on everything (I'm Woo nigga)
That's on everything
(Fuck is you talkin' bout?)
Uh, I'm SRK (K) , GDK (K)
And I play, up it to your face (Grr)
And I gang bang and we slay
Get away, thirty, get away, get away
(Get the fuck out my face, nigga)
Why you talkin' like you wooin'
(Why you talkin'?)
Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)
Who you foolin'? (Who you foolin'?)
Huh, that's on everything
(That's on my mother, nigga)
That's on everything (Stop playin' with me)
That's on everything (Uh)
Keep mop
I call Kemo, give you cancer (Uh, huh)
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh, huh)
Dummy got got by the Woos
He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with it or not? (Nah)
Gun to his head, put your hands up
Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha
While I'm fuckin' on your baba
I order steak with my lobster
I turn your noodles to pasta
Huh, that's on everything (Let's get it)
That's on everything that's on everything
(You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga)
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 22's up in my coupe
Act up in a school, we pull up
We givin' the boot
Yeah, I'm big Flossy Woo (Woo)
No construction
But a nigga know I got the tool
I'm never lackin', always pistol packin'
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, that's on everything
That's on everything
(That's on my soul, nigga)
That's on everything (Huh)
Huh, there's no exposin' me
I got hit, then you got hit
That's how it's s'pposed to be
If I want you dead, then you dead
There's no controllin' me
Forty clip, thirty clip, fifty clip
I got a whole lotta guns, nigga pull up
What's crackin'? What's up? What happened?
No jokin', no laughin', no talkin'
We scrappin'
Uh, that's on everything (Huh)
That's on everything that's on everything
Y'all niggas know what's goin' on
(Pray to God)
Look, I'm armed and dangerous (Dangerous)
Ain't no parkin' at the light, no
Ain't no stainin' us
Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang, no
You can't hang with us
I came from nothing, I call Guap
He let it bang for us he let it, he let it
I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo
Let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom, let it shoot
Got them 22's in my shoes
Huh, that's on everything
(That's a fact, nigga)
That's on everything (I'm Woo nigga)
That's on everything
(Fuck is you talkin' bout?)
Uh, I'm SRK (K) , GDK (K)
And I play, up it to your face (Grr)
And I gang bang and we slay
Get away, thirty, get away, get away
(Get the fuck out my face, nigga)
Why you talkin' like you wooin'
(Why you talkin'?)
Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)
Who you foolin'? (Who you foolin'?)
Huh, that's on everything
(That's on my mother, nigga)
That's on everything (Stop playin' with me)
That's on everything (Uh)
Keep mop
I call Kemo, give you cancer (Uh, huh)
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh, huh)
Dummy got got by the Woos
He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with it or not? (Nah)
Gun to his head, put your hands up
Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha
While I'm fuckin' on your baba
I order steak with my lobster
I turn your noodles to pasta
Huh, that's on everything (Let's get it)
That's on everything that's on everything
(You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga)
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 22's up in my coupe
Act up in a school, we pull up
We givin' the boot
Yeah, I'm big Flossy Woo (Woo)
No construction
But a nigga know I got the tool
I'm never lackin', always pistol packin'
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, that's on everything
That's on everything
(That's on my soul, nigga)
That's on everything (Huh)
Huh, there's no exposin' me
I got hit, then you got hit
That's how it's s'pposed to be
If I want you dead, then you dead
There's no controllin' me
Forty clip, thirty clip, fifty clip
I got a whole lotta guns, nigga pull up
What's crackin'? What's up? What happened?
No jokin', no laughin', no talkin'
We scrappin'
Uh, that's on everything (Huh)
That's on everything that's on everything