Pop Smoke - That’s On Everything lyrics
[Pop Smoke - That’s On Everything lyrics]
There's a lot of talk on my name, nigga
Y'all niggas know what's goin' on look
I'm armed and dangerous (Uh, huh)
Ain't no parking 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 poled
Let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom, let it shoot
Got them 22's in my shoe, yeah
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on everything, yeah i'm SRK (K) , GDK
And I play (Play) , 'oppa to your face (Face)
And I gangbang, and we slang thangs
Get away, dirty, get away, get away
Why you talkin' like you ooting?
Who you shootin'? Who you foolin'? (yeah)
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on еverything, keep 'em up
I go chemo, givе you cancer
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer
Dummy got got by the woos
Would have got away
If he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with or not? Nah
Gun to your head, put your hands up
Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha
Why fuck him or his barber
I owe the stick with my lobster
I turn your noodles to pasta, yeah
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on everything, look
Pull up to TD in i8
If we all getting money, then why hate?
Smoove Heasy the renty that boy is too benty
He 'bout to go fuck up the crime rate
I got twenty-twos up in my coupe
Act up in the school, we pull up
We give him the boot
Yeah, I'm big flossy woo no construction
But a nigga know I got the tool
I'm never lacking, always pistol packing
With them automatics
We gon' send 'em to Heaven
Pull up, what's crackin', nigga
What you jackin'?
Find his body up on Channel 11, yeah
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on everything, yeah, yeah
It's no exposing me
I got hit then you got hit
That's how it supposed to be
If I want you dead, then you dead
It's no controlling me
40 clip, 30 clip, 50 clip
Yeah, I got a whole lot of guns, nigga
Pull up, what's crackin'?
What's up, what happened?
No jokin', no laughin'
Less talkin', we scrappin', look
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on everything, yeah
Y'all niggas know what's goin' on look
I'm armed and dangerous (Uh, huh)
Ain't no parking 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 poled
Let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom, let it shoot
Got them 22's in my shoe, yeah
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on everything, yeah i'm SRK (K) , GDK
And I play (Play) , 'oppa to your face (Face)
And I gangbang, and we slang thangs
Get away, dirty, get away, get away
Why you talkin' like you ooting?
Who you shootin'? Who you foolin'? (yeah)
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on еverything, keep 'em up
I go chemo, givе you cancer
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer
Dummy got got by the woos
Would have got away
If he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with or not? Nah
Gun to your head, put your hands up
Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha
Why fuck him or his barber
I owe the stick with my lobster
I turn your noodles to pasta, yeah
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on everything, look
Pull up to TD in i8
If we all getting money, then why hate?
Smoove Heasy the renty that boy is too benty
He 'bout to go fuck up the crime rate
I got twenty-twos up in my coupe
Act up in the school, we pull up
We give him the boot
Yeah, I'm big flossy woo no construction
But a nigga know I got the tool
I'm never lacking, always pistol packing
With them automatics
We gon' send 'em to Heaven
Pull up, what's crackin', nigga
What you jackin'?
Find his body up on Channel 11, yeah
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on everything, yeah, yeah
It's no exposing me
I got hit then you got hit
That's how it supposed to be
If I want you dead, then you dead
It's no controlling me
40 clip, 30 clip, 50 clip
Yeah, I got a whole lot of guns, nigga
Pull up, what's crackin'?
What's up, what happened?
No jokin', no laughin'
Less talkin', we scrappin', look
That's on everything, that's on everything
That's on everything, yeah