My War (Drill Remix) lyrics

Pop Smoke

[Intro: 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

[Hook: Pop Smoke]
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 sh*t (Woo)
I got like fifty rounds up in this clip
If I go to jail, n***a, I'll plead the Fifth (Uh?)
'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
n***as tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?
I'm like n***a, f**k the pigs
The judge like, "Why you actin' like a d**k?"
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'

[Verse: Pop Smoke]
She wanna f**k, hold on
She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment
She get d**k 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 f**k 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got b*t*hes galore (Grrt)
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak b*t*h put my d**k 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)
f**k what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)

[Hook: Pop Smoke]
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 sh*t (Woo)
I got like fifty rounds up in this clip
If I go to jail, n***a, I'll plead the Fifth (Uh?)
'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
n***as tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?
I'm like n***a, f**k the pigs
The judge like, "Why you actin' like a d**k?"
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'


Think your friends would be interested? Share this lyrics!

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Contact Us DMCA Policy Privacy Policy
Copyright © 2013-2021 Lyrics.lol