Pop Smoke Lyrics – Brush Em
Singer: Brush Em
Title: Pop Smoke
Brokie, brokie
9 shots in the ruger, i step on court they like, “watch the shooter”
Look, big 092mlboa
Gq, you got a gun, n#gg#, gun, n#gg#? me too
Brodie gon’ what? brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’ brush ’em
Look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’, rrr
Diggin’ that louie bag, louie bag, n#gg# diggin’ that bag, duffle
Brodie gon’ back out, cut ’em, brodie gon’, woo, i bet moe gon’ shoot
Said i’m big 092, know that i’m woo
Don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
I keep me a glock, shoot out the roof, two .38’s, three .22’s
/i>big nba, we did it first
Watch what you say, you could get hurt
f#ck all my opps, they get it worst
My b#tch got the chop, sh#t in the purse
Pull up on rex, don’t even trip
If i call stretch, еmpty the clip
Those not my opps, free thano brim
The f#ck is zanotti? n#gg# a snitch
Don’t gеt put on a shirt, watch n#gg#s lurk
I keep a glock, when i’m in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then i reverse
Brodie got locked for the choppa
Lost four of my straps, gotta go get a fifth one
I be f#ckin on opp’ b#tches
Kick ’em and pass ’em to pop, it’s too many to pick from
Uh, say that, i’ll call a ape for a maybach
I’m 823, i get straight cash, if you got that work, i’ma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showers
Woo from the floss, we don’t play with ours
You won’t ever catch me broad day without it
Gdk and i don’t even play about it
Uh, uh, day-day
Have you screaming through mega like, “mayday”
Who the f#ck are you talking to crazy?
If you don’t want no beef, n#gg#, pay me
The f#ck is these n#gg#s gon’ get back
Took a flight to l.a., got they sh#t wacked
Take all the breesh, i got big packs
Shoot through the v, make ’em sit back
Uh, rumble
Step on the field watch ’em crumble
I’m so drip like i stepped in a puddle
I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit
40 glock with a .50 clip
Get the addy then i get ’em hit
Had to shoot a n#gg# for a mixy b#tch
Uh, treesha, shorty wan’ suck on my nina
I pull up like ace in a finas, i leave her sh#t wet, aquafina
And i got that p#ss# on fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spendin’, pull up in like three v’s
Opp’ treesha, she dyin’ to eat me
I don’t talk to n#gg#s, i don’t play with n#gg#s
Got a bad b#tch that’ll tase a n#gg#
Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the a, n#gg#, woo back
Uh, the f#ck wrong with dem p#ss# boy dem, eh?
Dem talk ’bout bombaclot rah swish and pop smoke, uh
What da mean? uh
Tell ’em p#ss# dey, “go suck ya mada!” (go suck ya mada)
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