“Pop Smoke – 60s Lyrics”
[Verse 1]
On the block with a choppa, it was just me and chop
I was chilling with killers and scammers
Niggas know how I rock when I came on the block
No construction, I play with them hammers
And fuck 12 them niggas can’t stand us
They shoot at a kid with his hands up
Rest in peace to my soldiers and for all of my guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to L.A. we crippin’
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter on the edge i be sipping
I’m trynna get all my guys out the kitchen
For the money, you know that they itchin’
Free all my real niggas sittin’ up
It’s not how you falling it’s how you getting up
15 on the check-ins, the Loub’ what I’m stеppin’, .38 be the weapon no bitchin’ up
Its big poppa stunna, you see mе start runnin’
You know its the gang no switching up
I’m toting them chops, you know I got glizzies
I keep some extra shooters with me
We trap out the basement, we punching them numbers, you hoping and paying for shipping
You sayin’ you fuckin’ but ain’t nothing hit me ’cause I keep a blicky, incase it gets sticky
And I let it woo, but when I’m not crippin’, we spin in the wraith, top-down in the renty
Got one in the head, we ain’t leave until its empty
Sippin Henny but we call it [?]
We all [?] we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi
My bitch got on Fendi
Until we live Gucci, I need a tone before I get 60
Wishing no pity, you wanna make bread, tell ’em open up Citi
These niggas don`t walk but they talk about it
We selling that [?] we dont talk about it
We flexing up [?] but prove we gon [?]
We walk in the spot, then we walk about it
[Interlude]
Gang, Gang
Man, this shit crazy
Lotta niggas ain’t who they say they is, ya feel me?
Niggas wanna talk that tough shit but when they get touched
They go run to they momma an’ shit
Got they mom inboxin’ the gang and shit like, you feel me?
That shit ain’t gangsta
That shit ain’t real
[Verse 2]
Uh, call up the Batman, I’m Robin, from the flossy, that’s Crip and I gangbang
All my niggas on the same thing, smokin’ gas while I switch lanes
Caught a opp up with the hello, black hair by the Regis and Pello
I’m always around niggas know that, keep my jaw locked like I’m Kodak
Throw somethin’ at me, I’ma throwback
[Outro]
Gang