Pop Smoke, Charlie Sloth - Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1 lyrics

(Let's get ready to rumble, yeah)
(This is a Melo beat)
(Rico’s going crazy again) look, look

I'm armed and dangerous
Ain't no parking at the light
Ain’t no stainin' us keep a K with us
Please don't, please don't play with us
Nah, we up and aimin' 'em
Ain't no hidin', Flossy baby
That’s where I be
Try me, niggas know that I’m grimey 'Low me
(Perfect) , niggas know I’m on time and
Niggas know that I'm grimey, hold on
Big body like a lineman, wait
I know how to vibe, but, no, I ain't cool
Look at me funny, bet I shoot up the room
(He's heating up)
Shoot out the coupe, I let it boom
Nah, I don’t play with these niggas, never
Play with it niggas know I keep a K with it
Ace Makavelli wavin' it, wavin' it
All my Apes on the loose
Ain't no tamin' 'em, tamin' 'em
Step in the game and start changin' it
Changin' it (Hello)
Spin through your block, Tetris, bend it
Bend it
On the opps, scored a shot, Beckham, Beckham
Beckham (Perfect)
If I don't got the chop, deck 'em, deck 'em
Deck 'em
Got some brand new chops, test 'em, test 'em
Test it out for me
It's a opp in the spot, there he go
Over there chillin' with his bitch
Point him out, where he at? Then we just
Gon' give the assist
Send shots, clip him, I bet I empty the clip
Pop Smoke on Ape timin'
But everybody know I'm crip

Hold on, wait, ha ha ha
Hold on, hold on, Sloth
Wait, I got some more for you
Yeah, uh, uh, uh let's go, bro
Niggas know that I'm ready let's go, bro
Niggas know that I'm ready look

Said I'm in the Bugatti, racin'
Pacer, pace 'em put 'em down, chase 'em
Draco, Drac' 'em extendo, thirty
Perky 30 getaway, birdie
Air it out, hold on it's a da na na Uh

Ayy hold on, ha ha
Pop Smoke in the building (Grrt, grrt)
Ayy, you got me gassed, I can't lie, bro
(yeah) got me feelin' ampy out here
You know what I mean?
I got that Goyard swag, new Goyard bag
(Sheesh, woo) they know I'm with it
Woo ayy, you know what, yeah? (yeah)
Normally, I don't do this, yeah
But I I wanna pull another beat up (Uh)
Can I do that? (yeah, pull it up)
Can I can we do that? (Pull it up) oh
Let's see what you got in here, ha ha
I just picked a random one
(Let me see it, it's)
I ain't even know what it is myself
It It better be Pop Smoke, don't fuck around
I got something (Cage got that cold)
Woo yeah
And we just pulled this one out, a banger
Though
(Yo, Itchy, is that how you're going on
Yeah?) yeah (Woo)
(Finish him) woo, woo, woo
(Fucking hell)

It's Big Papi Locsta
Big racks only when niggas step on the scene
Ain't nobody told you? Off the braces so
I'm back to wilding on these streets
Mister spin in Rovers, Balmain's
And Gucci sweaters, hoppin' out of V's
Or Mister Uh or ASAP or up in ASAT, 'til you
I'm a trappin' fanatic, hold up, I
Walk in the spot like, "I want it all"
Amiri jeans for the denim, hundred
Clippy in the coat like, "Who wanna ball?"
Double G for the swag, you can check the tag
Flossy nigga droppin' G's
Big Benzes for the B's, double
G's bussin' out the jeans, hold on
(Perfect) hold on, wait (He's on fire)
I got Smash in the place, huh
I got Brisco in the room, huh
Bet he gon' shoot, boom, huh
He let it boom, hold on

Should hardly chill, woo my God, my God