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Pop Smoke

Bashar Barakah Jackson (July 20, 1999 – February 19, 2020), known professionally as Pop Smoke, was an American rapper with a career that lasted two years. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York City, Pop Smoke began his musical career in late 2018 with his debut single "MPR (Panic Part 3 Remix)". He rose to fame with the release of his breakout singles "Welcome to the Party" and "Dior" in 2019. He often collaborated with UK drill artists and producers, who employed more minimal and aggressive instrumentation than American drill artists from Chicago, reintroducing the sound as Brooklyn drill. Following his rise to fame, record producer Rico Beats introduced Pop Smoke to Steven Victor in April 2019. Victor would later have Pop Smoke sign a recording contract wit… more »

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Grrrrt (woo, woo, woo)
092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt)
I make a call and it's war, huh?
It's 09s to the Cloccs, man
Run up, get done up, nigga
Spin the block, nigga (grrt)
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga
What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man)
We really do this, nigga
What's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK

Uh, step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr)
Talkin' for what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)
All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)
Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)
Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah)
Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (grrt)
Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)
Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt
Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect nigga, lit
I just stick to the breesh, lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant (brr)
Friday, I'm hittin' shit, where I'm parkin' my V's like this (skrt, skrt)
Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct)
Tell the DA, "I ain't writing no statements" (writing no statements)
Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah)
Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment
Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts
Balmains keep a Nina attached
Big body where I'm packin' my MAC
Big 092 but I stay with a MAC
Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit
Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit
Come to my block, we keep two grips
Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips

Niggas talk, for what? (grrrt)
They know, we've bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?
Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?
Don't give a f*ck who block, free Clax, free Shots
Don't give a f*ck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (gah, bah)

Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (gah, bah)
I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrr)
Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust
You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up
Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move
When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream "Woo"
All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food
Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds
Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap)
Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back)
Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip)
Posted up on that block, for that package (skrr)
Shooters on call, this ain't a practice (bah, bah)
Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr)
Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (skrr, skrr)
Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo)
Ain't no average
09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action
Every pack in, sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK)
Know my nigga savage
Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breach)
Folk treesh from the floss, so they average
Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that)
Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah)
Man these niggas sick
Would they ask for the sauce if you ain't post the pic of your latest shits
can't get the drip (never)
Niggas came for the sauce, that'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah)
Hundred doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut
Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr)
Told my niggas ain't no lettin' up (nah)
One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr)

Niggas talk, for what? (bah, bah, bah)
They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?
Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?
Don't give a f*ck who block, free Clax, free Shots
Don't give a f*ck, who flock, get your hoe shot up

Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man
Nigga, we out here, nigga
F*ck is you talkin' bout, nigga?
Spin the block, nigga (grrrt)
Posted up on the block every day, nigga
Spin the block, nigga

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