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Pop Smoke

"Ordinary"

[Intro]
Pnb, Pop Smoke Don't give no f*cks
n*gga check the score board, b*tch cause we up

[Chorus]
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
I put 8 racks of baguettes up in my earrings
Im dripped in vLone, that's what im wearing
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
I put 8 racks of baguettes up in my earrings
Im dripped in vLone, that's what im wearing
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look
Life is short, I don't wanna go to court
Hop in my Porsche, dripped in vLone
Teddy Brukshot, give that boy a one shot
Laser ain't no dot, tag him wit a square
Tell that boy he crip, one in the head
Send shots at his head, bet that boy won't live
I don't give a f*ck, cause all my friends is dead
So I just stack my paper, Glock 9 hold a laser
She came from Alabama, and hit like 9/11
Treesh at my crib 8:45, she out by 9:11
She got like hella bodies, I'm always percolated
And I won't miss a payment, I'm so sophisticated
Blunt like Im an Oakland raider, tell her work Rihanna
Call batman, I'm robin
40k to do a show, up in Ali baba
If I call ace, he gone throw you off the stage, in his Cartiers

[Chorus]
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
I put 8 racks of baguettes up in my earrings
Im dripped in vLone, that's what im wearing
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
I put 8 racks of baguettes up in my earrings
Im dripped in vLone, that's what im wearing
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Oh yea
We just upped the score today, yeah we just dropped two more today
We do this like its ordinary, I swear I can't wait till some more get buried
Hold on, what's that
Bd, rush that
Opps tried to score but that sh*t was a touchback
Spin the block turn that n*gga into a dust pack
Heard he had the glizzy but ain't get to bust that
Oh goddamn that's tragic, we making sh*t disappear like magic
Just hit a lick wit a bad b*tch, she threw the 'oop on one of these rappers
She said they in the hotel lacking, one thing about her she don't do no cappin
So I send seal and bron, they running in your sh*t and I don't know what happened
(gime that sh*t n*gga) b*tch, vLone on me, drip, she on my, di*k, she wanna f*ck cause im lit
I know some b*tches that play with them pieces, they came in this b*tch with their own bodies
We throwing money in the air, this ain't even the strip club, but we all wilding

[Chorus]
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
I put 8 racks of baguettes up in my earrings
Im dripped in vLone, that's what im wearing
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren
I put 8 racks of baguettes up in my earrings
Im dripped in vLone, that's what im wearing
Trey close to kilo, ain't ordinary

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