Pop Smoke
2c X 1ners
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I Put The Coupe In Sport, With A Baddie And She Top Me Till Dawn Think You Got The Sauce, Pop Smoke In Your Diors Bro OT Living & The Fiends Want It Raw For the penny's we be braking every law The sweetest baddie set u up, that's my jawn Tell em that I from the dungeon Bally up we hunting Nigga you ain't seen what I saw I know this baddie she told me her mama told her be doctor But she's out here wid the gang gang, gang gang I tell her I don't wanna hear it, I be focused on my money I keep bagging up that dank dank, dank dank F*ck them niggas that keep talking like I didn't ride Out For you It was all for the gang gang, gang gang So now I'm one up, all up on the strip I tell em what it is It's be all for the gang gang, gang gang I keep telling them the roads it ain't fun This ain't beef this war grab your gun See that line better ring never stop My Brodie's 20 and he's bout to have a son 2018 cuzzie died on the block U won't beilvie what I saw when I was young I had fiends serving out them one on ones I was 15 up in OT whipping lunch I Put The Coupe In Sport, With A Baddie And She Top Me Till Dawn Think You Got The Sauce, Pop Smoke In Your Diors Bro OT Living & The Fiends Want It Raw For the penny's we be braking every law The sweetest baddie set u up, that's my jawn Tell em that I from the dungeon Bally up we hunting Nigga you ain't seen what I saw Empires Built On Wars, Your My Brodie Would You Risk It For The Cause You Got Bread But No Love Man You Poor Kitchen Living Man We Should Have Done Our Chores Fast Line Got Vision Of Porsche Or Maybach 24s Jugg Whilst You Niggas Steady LayBack If Your VVS Shine Best Mind Cah We Take That I Know My Enemies, Just Show Me Where The Fake At Prada On My Toes It's Got Fur Spent A Monkey On This Coat Shawty Tripping Think I'm Chilling With A Hoe My Line Keeps Ringing, Gotta Pick Up This Phone If Rap Don't Work, Doing Stick Ups With Bro I Put The Coupe In Sport, With A Baddie And She Top Me Till Dawn Think You Got The Sauce, Pop Smoke In Your Diors Bro OT Living & The Fiends Want It Raw For the penny's we be braking every law The sweetest baddie set u up, that's my jawn Tell em that I from the dungeon Bally up we hunting Nigga you ain't seen what I saw
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Written by: 1ners FacelessRecords, 2C FacelessRecords
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