: Pop Smoke
.44 Bulldog, make \’em get back (Baow!)
I ain\’t with the talk or the chit-chat
If I step on a island, we wildin\’ out
If I back out the chop\’, get back
Call Dread, that\’s the new Tom Brady…
This is Woo!
Pop Smoke!
Huh?
Huh? (Baow!)
.44 Bulldog, make \’em get back (Back)
I ain\’t with the talk or the chit-chat (Woo! Woo!)
If I step on a island, we wildin\’ out (Out)
If I back out the chop\’, get back (Baow!)
Call Dread, that\’s the new Tom Brady (Brady; woo, woo!)
Niggas gettin\’ no bread \’cause they lazy (Lazy)
Tell Dread lift \’em (Huh), if that nigga talkin\’ crazy (Lift that nigga)
Now it\’s fuck you, pay me (Pay me), or bullets start blazin\’ (Blazin\’)
Since I was young we invested in guns (Huh), now we lookin\’ at the stars in the Wraith (Hahaha)
While I\’m gettin\’ head by your bae (Yeah)
She like, \”Papi, I love how you taste\”
She like, \”Papi, can you nut?\” (Nut)
I\’m like, \”Baby, just wait\” (Huh, wait)
1: XXXTENTACION &
NLE Choppa
I ain\’t gon\’ do the nigga shit \’cause I\’m too good for features, huh
I ain\’t gon\’ fuck the nigga bitch, \’cause I know she a eater, huh (Ayy!)
Last time I wifed a bitch, she told the world I beat her, huh (Ay, ay)
And when they locked lil\’ Kodak up, my nigga, I couldn\’t believe it, huh (Ayy, huh)
Ayy, lil\’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking, yuh!
Hit her from the back, damn, that bitch bleeding
Said that I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forces with a nigga, no Yoda, huh (Ayy!)
That mean a young nigga got woo on me (Brrrah!; Hey!)
Push his wig back like a nigga receding
Shoot him in the stomach, them bullets he eatin\’
Pop him in his top, then his brain start leakin\’
Better shut the fuck up when a nigga start speakin\’
Knock a nigga weight off like I\’m doing lipo
Yeah, I\’m a psycho, strapped like a dyke ho
Put insurance on yourself, nigga, you a Geico
I ain\’t never wrote a statement, nigga, you a typo (Yeah, yeah, brr!)
Hop in the steamer, this bitch is a Beamer
Bake in the kitchen like I was Anitta
Say she want kids, so I\’m gonna feed her
Her nigga got wrong, so I had to beat him
Pretty Ricky glizzy, but this shit can get ugly (Brrr)
Shoot a nigga in his face (Brr), if he start muggin\’ (Brr-brr)
: Pop Smoke
Look, said I\’m 823, sanctioned (Sanctioned)
Reach for my chain, we gon\’ spank \’em (Spank \’em)
I ain\’t your regular gang member (Nah)
Everybody know I\’m sanctioned (Bangin\’)
If I step on a island, we wildin\’ out (Out)
I ain\’t gon\’ step \’til the guards is out (Out)
Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah (Pop Smoke)
My niggas raisin\’ the body count (Free all my niggas!; Baow!)
: Pop Smoke
.44 Bulldog, make \’em get back (Baow!)
I ain\’t with the talk or the chit-chat (Woo!, woo!)
If I step on a island, we wildin\’ out (Out)
If I back out the chop\’, get back (Baow!)
Call Dread, that\’s the new Tom Brady (Brady; woo!)
Niggas gettin\’ no bread \’cause they lazy (Lazy)
Tell Dread lift \’em (Huh), if that nigga talkin\’ crazy (Lift that nigga; woo! woo!)
Now it\’s fuck you, pay me (Pay me), or bullets start blazin\’ (Blazin\’)
Since I was young we invested in guns (Huh), now we lookin\’ at the stars in the Wraith (Hahaha)
While I\’m gettin\’ head by your bae (Yeah)
She like, \”Papi, I love how you taste\”
She like, \”Papi, can you nut?\” (Nut)
I\’m like, \”Baby, just wait\” (Huh, wait)