Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
Christian Dior Dior
I'm up in all the stores
Mike Amiri Mike Amiri
Billie Jean Billie Jean
Louis V Louis V Louis V
Shigga Vuitton
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
Niggas actin like they big homie
I ain't Quan but I'm rich homie
And I gotta bad bitch on me
And I gotta keep that blick on me
Niggas say they want smoke nigga puff it up
When I step through the scene I just f*ck it up
I put it on gang they can't f*ck with us
The choppa make em jump like double dutch
I told a gook gimme a BOA
If he flake then its gon be a DOA
Im all about chips might as well call me fritolay
I pour a four in my minute maid
Wait
I pour a four in my minute maid so ion waste time
Hit a nigga while he on the phone I call em Facetime
And lil shawty so bad from her face down to her waistline
And ima take one of yours if you dare tryna take mines
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
If he want smoke got semi automatics
Ima leave em shocked get hit with the static
The way he died it was tragic
He shoulda been never been cappin
I'm going nuts foolery
No Handy Mandy got tools with me
Tell her bring like 2 or 3
I'm never alone keep a few with me
Don't ever call me slime cause I be rollin with Zs
I might f*ck some Cs and I might be boolin with Bs
My old hoe thought I was sick cause she always giving me tea
I done heard a whole lotta shit now ion know what to believe
Bust it bust it
Ion wanna hear you say nothing
After you done with me you could go handle my cousin
Thumbing through 100s till my hands hurt
She wanna know what my net worth
I wanna know how her neck works
She giving tet till her head hurts
Like a migrane
She do whatever I say like I'm Simon
She do whatever to my mans
Like Nike I'm bout a check
Yeen even gotta where no t shirt she'll give the
Whole crew neck yeah she'll give the whole crew neck
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
If he want smoke got semi automatics
Ima leave em shocked get hit with the static
The way he died it was tragic
He shoulda been never been cappin
I'm going nuts foolery
No Handy Mandy got tools with me
Tell her bring like 2 or 3
I'm never alone keep a few with me
Shigga Vuitton - Pop Smoke Lyrics
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Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
Christian Dior Dior
I'm up in all the stores
Mike Amiri Mike Amiri
Billie Jean Billie Jean
Louis V Louis V Louis V
Shigga Vuitton
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
Niggas actin like they big homie
I ain't Quan but I'm rich homie
And I gotta bad bitch on me
And I gotta keep that blick on me
Niggas say they want smoke nigga puff it up
When I step through the scene I just f*ck it up
I put it on gang they can't f*ck with us
The choppa make em jump like double dutch
I told a gook gimme a BOA
If he flake then its gon be a DOA
Im all about chips might as well call me fritolay
I pour a four in my minute maid
Wait
I pour a four in my minute maid so ion waste time
Hit a nigga while he on the phone I call em Facetime
And lil shawty so bad from her face down to her waistline
And ima take one of yours if you dare tryna take mines
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
If he want smoke got semi automatics
Ima leave em shocked get hit with the static
The way he died it was tragic
He shoulda been never been cappin
I'm going nuts foolery
No Handy Mandy got tools with me
Tell her bring like 2 or 3
I'm never alone keep a few with me
Don't ever call me slime cause I be rollin with Zs
I might f*ck some Cs and I might be boolin with Bs
My old hoe thought I was sick cause she always giving me tea
I done heard a whole lotta shit now ion know what to believe
Bust it bust it
Ion wanna hear you say nothing
After you done with me you could go handle my cousin
Thumbing through 100s till my hands hurt
She wanna know what my net worth
I wanna know how her neck works
She giving tet till her head hurts
Like a migrane
She do whatever I say like I'm Simon
She do whatever to my mans
Like Nike I'm bout a check
Yeen even gotta where no t shirt she'll give the
Whole crew neck yeah she'll give the whole crew neck
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
If he want smoke got semi automatics
Ima leave em shocked get hit with the static
The way he died it was tragic
He shoulda been never been cappin
I'm going nuts foolery
No Handy Mandy got tools with me
Tell her bring like 2 or 3
I'm never alone keep a few with me
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
Christian Dior Dior
I'm up in all the stores
Mike Amiri Mike Amiri
Billie Jean Billie Jean
Louis V Louis V Louis V
Shigga Vuitton
Pop Smoke Pop Smoke
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
Niggas actin like they big homie
I ain't Quan but I'm rich homie
And I gotta bad bitch on me
And I gotta keep that blick on me
Niggas say they want smoke nigga puff it up
When I step through the scene I just f*ck it up
I put it on gang they can't f*ck with us
The choppa make em jump like double dutch
I told a gook gimme a BOA
If he flake then its gon be a DOA
Im all about chips might as well call me fritolay
I pour a four in my minute maid
Wait
I pour a four in my minute maid so ion waste time
Hit a nigga while he on the phone I call em Facetime
And lil shawty so bad from her face down to her waistline
And ima take one of yours if you dare tryna take mines
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
If he want smoke got semi automatics
Ima leave em shocked get hit with the static
The way he died it was tragic
He shoulda been never been cappin
I'm going nuts foolery
No Handy Mandy got tools with me
Tell her bring like 2 or 3
I'm never alone keep a few with me
Don't ever call me slime cause I be rollin with Zs
I might f*ck some Cs and I might be boolin with Bs
My old hoe thought I was sick cause she always giving me tea
I done heard a whole lotta shit now ion know what to believe
Bust it bust it
Ion wanna hear you say nothing
After you done with me you could go handle my cousin
Thumbing through 100s till my hands hurt
She wanna know what my net worth
I wanna know how her neck works
She giving tet till her head hurts
Like a migrane
She do whatever I say like I'm Simon
She do whatever to my mans
Like Nike I'm bout a check
Yeen even gotta where no t shirt she'll give the
Whole crew neck yeah she'll give the whole crew neck
If he want smoke he get popped
Just like the dance I swear to God he'll get hit with the mop
High off the meds gimme yo head lil bitch I just want the top
You diss on the gang or reach for my
Chain I swear to God you'll get dropped
I swear to God you'll get dropped
If he want smoke got semi automatics
Ima leave em shocked get hit with the static
The way he died it was tragic
He shoulda been never been cappin
I'm going nuts foolery
No Handy Mandy got tools with me
Tell her bring like 2 or 3
I'm never alone keep a few with me
Writer: Caleb Desir
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid