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defiant - pop smoke lyrics

[intro: dread woo]
grr, pow, pow
free the f*ckin’ members, n*gga
rj, dafi, sp, keggz
all of them, n*gga
don’t f*ck around, n*gga
woo, woo, gra, gra
big 092, look, woo

[chorus: dread woo]
throwing like brady don’t be the receiver (brrrr, pow)
dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (d*ckhead, dummy)
hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
if it ain’t dior, then gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
that boy too soft he gon’ talk in the precint
i’m with the demons, no hiding, we seeking (brr)
send that boy up catch the flight on the weekend
stay on alert ’cause i know they be creeping (woo)
brady, look, gang

[verse 1: dread woo]
it’s just me and pop
don’t need n0body else
’cause that’d be an extra witness
movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest
no this ain’t planet fitness
i’m tryna beat the box, 1942 i feed her shots (woo, woo)
and you know how we tease the opp, i drop the check and make ’em see it drop (yeah, yeah)
and she drive the boat (drive), d*ck in her mouth and i’m all in her throat (shake it)
ask your girl i’m the goat (facts), can’t name one time you run up i ain’t throw (woo)
b*tch it’s dread woo you know i get racks (woo, yeah)
tell ’em get back (woo)
we getting flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)
he ain’t make it back (uh)
i call up shane you know he move, attack (woo, burner), toting a strap (woo)
who these n*ggas dressed in all black? (grrt, baow, baow)
huh, yo pop them n*ggas cap (cap)
[interlude: dread woo & pop smoke]
yo pop what the f*ck is crackin’ my n*gga i see you
hold on, hahaha, goin’ crazy here
hold on, woo

[verse 2: pop smoke]
look, i’m like “who that n*gga?” (who that n*gga?)
talkin’ ’bout “what’s stackin’, what the f*ck is up?”
huh? he ain’t one of us
you lookin’ dirty n*gga, you ain’t one of us, nah
i come from the bottom where n*ggas keep ninas tucked (huh, brr, brr)
we don’t stop shots ’til the sun is up (get that n*gga)
i pass dafi the chop that’s a give and go (woo, baow)
keep five stones in his head like a mineral
he put pep at his head like a mento (brr)
.38 punching like kimbo (grr, pow, pow, pow)
when you talkin’ to me, b*tch remember i’m a giant (giant)
i dropped outta school, i’m defiant (huh)
a hater still here and they lying (facts)
but in the jungle i’m a lion (grr)
now they see me on a flight (brr, brr)
they like “papi on fire” (fire)
i really just bought the new laferrari
rd like sent me the wire (woo, woo)

[interlude: dread woo]
yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, baow, haha, woo, woo
[chorus: dread woo]
throwing like brady don’t be the receiver (brr, pow)
dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (facts, d*ckhead, dummy)
hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
if it ain’t dior, then gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
that boy too soft he gon’ talk in the precint

[verse 3: travi]
n*ggas watchin’ like the rollie (watch that)
switch the vin on the stoley
same n*gga to the grave
gotta watch them, mille topless
got the white like milonakis
i’m in traffic, say “what’s rockin'”
you hear me? f*ck, ready
try to shake a wave off a bo
shorty shaped like she creole
f*ck a parole, f*ck a co
i’m outta town while haitians eatin’ greole
i’m back uptown with the papis
more white than a n*z*
big wheel still i duck the paparazzi (what)
no time for no limelight
and i’m fresh to death like it’s prom night
f*ck them n*ggas on the other side
only friend i got, he a dead guy
if you talk about him then the lead (fly)
n*ggas they act like they know me, huh
two fours on ’em like kobe
don’t play with that lefty, he shoot like ginóbili
yeah trav always tweaking
i ride with some apes and i’m never on defense
i’m preein these n*ggas, the way that they envy
don’t talk ’bout my money, but i’m stacking plenty
foreign b*tches giving [?] in a bentley
been trapping all day, man i just hit a ten*piece
f*ck a uber, threw that b*tch in the renty (woo)
[chorus: dread woo]
throwing like brady don’t be the receiver (nah, pow)
dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (facts, d*ckhead, dummy)
hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
if it ain’t dior, then gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
that boy too soft he gon’ talk in the precint (watch that)

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