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- Pop Smoke Get Back 歌詞
- Pop Smoke
- Traphouse Mob
Yoz what you tellin' me yeah
What you tellin' me yeah
I got Snacks to the right of me
I got Mikey to the left of me huh wait
Woo
Look look
Ayy what up
Hold on what they talkin' 'bout hey what them folks talkin' 'bout
Huh look huh
Buddy gon' grrt that grrt that brrt that brrt that
Send shots make 'em get back
All that chit-chat chit-chat riff-raff riff-raff
My n***as ain't into that
N***a be talkin' hot but he ain't on woo
I got like fifty rounds up in this clip
If I go to jail I'll plead the Fifth uh
'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
Tryna lock me up and give me a bid huh
I'm like the pigs
The judge like why you actin' like a ****
I said I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic
My lawyer like Poppy why you brazen
I said I pop a Perc' and feel amazin'
I shoot for the stars I'm a foundation huh
Look at the money I'm raisin'
She wanna hold on
She snuck in the book have her wait for arraignment
She get **** and edible arrangements
That's the only form of payment
Shawty a snack
And after I snack I'ma blow out her back
She like Poppy you so crazy huh
I told her wine on me baby woah
She want a star
She wanna 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes I got galore grrt
She wanna grip that lick that ask where the stick at
Freak put my **** where her lips at woo
She goin' all gas no chit-chat ayy
She goin' all gas no chit-chat
Ayy bah-bah-ba-bum bum
Here come that boy with the drum woo
If I pull it out then that boy gonna run brrt brrt
If he want the smoke knock the beef out his bun ayy
I go dumb dumb dumb go dumb
Air it out leave him slump-slump-slumped baow
What they say they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump Pop pop pop
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