Pop Smoke

(Buckroll)

Uh, I'm the street's favourite but they'll never admit it
Seventeen, out in whole Brizix before you
Were drillin' (That was the whole budge)
I been to jail with these rappers, a lot of them timid

Just spoke to P, said he's home in a minute (Free my nigga P)
Probs real to the death, I went to war with them feds
They gave Bully a eighteen stretch (Free my lad)
I just sent out a text, John said it's the best
And ten-ten, that's what Amy said

Still walkin' with the poles, I put a corner into stones
Told him stop sayin' "Villz" when you're
Talkin' on this phone (It's my nigga Hotman)
That's my soldier, I'm still teachin' him the ropes

Over a throw, I seen him bleed out on soc'
I'm dealin' with both, there's fiends down the road
His BM's a ho but he should've known (Should've known)
I'm a boss, I put a hundred on his dome

And when it's done, I put a - on his bro (Baow)
How you gonna run the world when you can't even run a line?
I gave 'em the grub, they didn't wan' grind
And when that rap money comes, I'm puttin' some aside (I'm gonna do)
Just in case I gotta sky it off and take a flight
I'm ten line, do a whole nine, this ain't no peb line
Them lie, that nigga ain't gang, bro
He a wet wine (And he ain't no bad boy)
We was tryna catch a body back in '09 (I mean '010)
Gang knew they put a cat on my old line

She said, "Welcome to the party," I'm just tryna make it home
Don't get too close or my niggas pop smoke (Baow, baow)
My nigga's on the landing with Versace on his robe
He made a fifty even though he's locked though
These badders see the Fendi, now they wanna give me throat
I stay composed, where are they when I'm broke?
Said I'll buy a hundred waps for the block when I blow (I know)
I know, but who gon' provide for my son when I go? (I know)

My nigga won't see me rich and that hurts me internally

My business partner did me wrong, I took it personally

I'm in the bando, bedsheets where the curtains be
Give me my courtesy, weak shottas done learnt from me

If you ain't honourable, then I can't
Be around you (Come around me, man)
I spin the block before I enter my house too
Middle of the summer, beef cookin' like brown stew (Beef fryin')
A hundred miles away, we're at war with the South yutes
They turned back on, they're tryna get back the town too
But we got it locked, three for fifteen, nice food
My crew, switch the house like it's Rightmove
Buy a loose, cook it up and start a drive-thru

She said, "Welcome to the party," I'm just tryna make it home
Don't get too close or my niggas pop smoke (Baow, baow)
My nigga's on the landing with Versace on his robe
He made a fifty even though he's locked though
These badders see the Fendi, now they wanna give me throat
I stay composed, where are they when I'm broke?
Said I'll buy a hundred waps for the block when I blow (I know)
I know, but who gon' provide for my son when I go? (I know)