Pop Smoke

(Meech) lil' broke-ass niggas Look You say you gettin' money, nigga, me too (Me too) Chirps for a low number, I'ma need two (Brrt) , AR clip see-through Nah, I ain't the nigga you Want to start with, get a nigga car flipped I get money, f*ck hoes, and talk shit (Mwah) Get a squad wiped for a Couple of them oranges I can't get no head in A whip 'less it's foreign Regardless how she look She gotta leave when I'm done Bitch, I gotta flee, gotta run (Gotta go) Let off so many guns, leave his block soaked And I'm in Amiri and Dior Like I'm Pop Smoke He think that his bitch comin' Back, but she not, though (She not, though) Nigga, this a fin, but it sound like a chop Though Bro say he gon' sweep a nigga with a mop Though i fucked the shit out that bitch Then I got ghost I blew some racks at the bar, but I got more Block hot as hell Bro watchin' for the narcos Slidin' down the Mile high as hell Dodgin' potholes What I'm sippin' on could've paid A nigga car note (Wockhardt) Swear up and down they gettin' Money, but they not, though (But they not, though) Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga We got those (We got those) And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke (Like Pop Smoke) I just told two hoes to meet Me on the top floor (Mwah) I slid past in a Rolls-Royce Thought they'd seen a ghost (Ghost) Check the score, we be havin' it Money comin' like I'm walkin' With a money magnet dope on the stove Leave the pints in the cabinet (Pints in the cabinet) Use a bitch address to Catch this lil' package Racks in the bed, can't f*ck on the mattress (Nah) f*ck the lil' eight I don't usually f*ck average (All tens) Put the shit together Then make it all vanish got a half brick You 'bout to see me do magic (Voilà) Nigga, I don't trust shit but my damn scale I damn sure don't trust you, nigga You'll tell (You'll tell) I got a bag in bigger than a whale Got that Purina for you boys Hit a nigga cell And I hate when niggas talk blow (Shut the f*ck up) Who don't know it come soft, bro You don't got no pape', you Shouldn't even wanna talk, bro Block hot as hell Bro watchin' for the narcos Slidin' down the Mile high as hell Dodgin' potholes What I'm sippin' on could've paid A nigga car note (Wockhardt) Swear up and down they gettin' Money, but they not, though (But they not, though) Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga We got those (We got those) And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke (Like Pop Smoke) I just told two hoes to meet Me on the top floor (Mwah) I slid past in a Rolls-Royce Thought they'd seen a ghost (Ghost) (Meech)