Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
Purchasable with gift card
name your price
lyrics
Hook:
One time for Pop Smoke.
I thank the Lord that I got dough.
Niggas grouped going to the bathroom,
I know what you do behind locked doors.
*sniff*
Nigga I’m ill, got snot nose.
Woo!
Step on niggas like a cockroach.
Verse:
Like the smoke I pop.
Minding my business, counting GUAP.
I can get whatever,
just tell me what you wanna cop.
Ooh.
Nigga I’m going to the top.
Making flips, won’t flop.
Nigga I’m lit, can’t stop.
Hot!
Nigga I blaze like the oven.
She answers a nigga when I buzz in.
Getting bitches, McLovin.
Ooh.
Niggas hate me, Joe Budden.
I ain’t giving no fuck and
I’m just counting my bucks, damn.
Hook:
Verse 2:
You niggas ain’t shit,
y’all ain’t even fly.
I know I’m lit,
y’all know who I am.
Like a bitch I spam,
I need me more than a gram.
I ain’t giving a damn,
young nigga getting high.
It’s not even a question if I might.
Diamonds blinging at night.
I’m a star, but don’t stare,
but take a pic if you like.
Nigga I cook, I’m rare.
Baby gives me head with care.
Lighting up like a fair,
baby I know I’m a sight.
On Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday.
Every day of the week,
people listen when I speak.
Brush me off, I’m neat.
Brush, brush.
What more to discuss?
I’m too great to be hushed.
Woo!
Walk in style, Ric Flair.
I had to switch up the hair.
Yo bitch is giving me a glare.
Damn.
R.I.P Pop Smoke.
Everybody got you, bro.
Everybody got you, yo.