[Pop Smoke: Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Huh, roll another one
Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing (This is a Melo beat)
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven (Huh)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh
Oh, you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man)
Shake some', huh
Shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh
[Pop Smoke: Chorus]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a n***a
(She let it clap for a n***a)
And she throw it back for a n***a
(Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billiе Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
Whеn it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
[Pop Smoke: Verse 1]
When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, n***as know that I'm paid
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit
I can't fuck with these n***as 'cause n***as is gay
All on my page suckin' dick
All in my comments and screamin' my name
While I'm in the club, throwin' them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
Pop Smoke, they know I'm wildin'
If I'm on the island, I'm snatchin' the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail (Woo)
Until he free, I'm raisin' hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin' state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don't come out your mouth, you know I'm like that
I'll make a movie like TNT (Baow)
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin' in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections (Uh-huh)
All the bad bitches in my direction (Uh)
[Pop Smoke: Chorus]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a n***a
(She let it clap for a n***a)
And she throw it back for a n***a
(Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
[lil Skies: Verse 2]
A grow Man, Remember How I use to Hide the Work in a Soda Can
Cops Pull Me over, I ain't goin', I ain't gettin' Jammed
Stanley hittin' licks, Just to Get some Money In his Head
Back in Garfield , I use to like those Days
Hit the Pool Fuck some hoes With My AI operates
Me and Cam Fightin' N***as, Had our Psycho ways
God had me in his Plans, 'cause My life doesn't change
I used to Think about how My Eskimate Make a Mil'
I was workin' on my Plans, Like Fuck the Credits and Deals
I hate askin' mom For money 'cause I knew she got bills
So I started Rob' em N***as But I don't like to Steal
I Saw My Uncle Sell Drugs, back then He wasn't in a Club
Everybody Showed' em Love from the hood To the Club
I use to think that Shit was Cool until he got Locked up
And Even Me He was my Ideal, But that Shit Fucked Me up
My GrandMother use to cry every time I would Pack Wood
I use to hide Behind the Shed and Smoke a New Point
Stop Smokin' cigarettes 'cause it was Hard for Me to Breathe
Now I'm tearing down stages, Make' em Wave That they believe
Fuck a Tren', I don't need a friend I just, Bands
Hallow says not it up, Johnny can't comprehend
Grandma Ship stays on the flo', but if now Then I gotta Swim
Move out the way Muhfucker
[Pop Smoke: Chorus]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a n***a
(She let it clap for a n***a)
And she throw it back for a n***a
(Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr (Yeah, yeah)
[NLE Choppa: Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
I started this shit, I'ma finish
N***as be hatin', tryna blemish my image
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho
Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
What is your set, n***a? What is you claimin'?
I am a beast, you cannot tame it
Don't point a finger, this shit can get dangerous
These n***as hatin', these n***as plottin'
Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet
You say you a killer, lil' n***a, stop it
In a shootout, your gun was droppin'
You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
My n***as, they scammin', they swipin' them cards
I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars
I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me
Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li
Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
Gon' get an F if a n***a try testin' me
Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas
N***a tried me so you know I had to pop him
So many bullets, it confused the doctor
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack'
We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas
I'm sticked up like a blind man
I'm super hot like a frying pan
He say that he gon' take somethin' from me
Ayy, just know, he lyin', man
I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
And if a n***a run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple
Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
Brand new chopper got double-D titties
N***a, don't play me, I don't get silly
Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah
[NLE Choppa: Interlude]
Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy
Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly
[NLE Choppa: Verse 4]
I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' n***a hold me
If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili
And I'm with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)
And I'm with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, bitch (Yeah)
Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)
(Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)
Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This shit straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut)
Yeah, yeah
[lil ki114r: Verse 5]
That N***a know you a Bitch, a N***a get the fuck outta my way
I don't want nobody here, Why you actin' like a N***a bitch
Why you actin' like these n***as exist in my Muhfuckin' bitch
N***a Better stop Movin' My bitch, Better Start Movin' it fast
You Better start Movin' or get Fucked away
You better get the Fuck Away from me, Get yo ass Hoe 'own
Lil' N***a Get yo ass down, I'm ol' menace
I don't want nobody, Why you lyin' to me
Why you lyin' to My Muhfuckin' Face, I'm the Real N***a that's it
Better stop Lyin' Before you get yo ass shot and dead, bitch
[Pop Smoke: Chorus]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a n***a
(She let it clap for a n***a)
And she throw it back for a n***a
(Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
