Текст песни Live Long Pop (feat. YNW Breezy) - ybw Blake

You ready to see Pop Smoke?
Last-Dude on the track!
Yeah
Juice WRLD (Yeah, yeah!)
Look

It's big papi locsta'
Big racks only, when niggas step on the scene
Ain't nobody told ya'?
Off the bracelet so I'm back to wildin' in these streets
Mr. Spin in Rovers
Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hopin' out the V's
Bitch I'll run you over
On A$AP, I up it ASAP an' took yo' bih
I'm a trappin' fanatic (Trappin' fanatic)
I walk in the spot like I want it all
Amiri jeans for the denim, 100 clip,
He get him, don't call it [?] bowl
Double G for the swag, you can check the tag
Flossy nigga droppin' G's
Big Benty for the V's, double G the T
Benji's bussin' out the jeans
I get it, thеn flip it, then double it
Big slips, we gon' walk 'еm in
I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached
535, I got treehs in the back
Say that's your nigga
He is a rat
Can't fuck with these niggas
Niggas is whack
Come to your block, give him a smack
Pull up, TD
Leave where he's at (Aye!)
Shorty
Black things, black cars, posted in the back, uh
Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can't never lack, uh
Lose the club, if you hit a lick, can't run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can't trust no bitch, how you do that?
Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a b- if he talk reck', uh
I'ma wreck his shit, don't sweat the shit, ayy, run it back (Wait)
If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch,
Ayy, run it back (Yeah, um, Juice WRLD)
Pistols have him runnin' like a fuckin' running back (Aye!)
Fuck on that bitch, she from Taiwana
I cannot roll wood, with my marijuana
I am not with the DJ, DJ Drama
Andre with the cash, cash the commas
Who want me?
You try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, ooh
My OG told me, "Don't trust thots or fuckboys," uh (Ayy, ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, ooh (Ayy)
Caught an opp, not no Pokémon, want dead guys, uh
Steppin' to me, he must be on drugs,
As soon as I see him, hit him with a slug
Don't fuck with no hoes,
I can't show no love, do dirt on my own with me and my glove
Whoop a nigga ass, he was talkin' too tough,
Up the Glock, 50 round, I'ma leave a nigga stuck
You know I'm untouchable,
I can't be touched, try to rob me, better try your luck
Glizzy got a beam and the bitch got a penis,
Hit him with the heat like he livin' in Phoenix
I'm out of this world,
I'm livin' on Venus, I pour up the 4s, I love to be leanin'
Up the Glock on who?
I'ma hit a nigga 4 times, Glock 23, leave a nigga with no mind
Finessin' the city, I feel like I'm 2 Chainz,
Shoot him in the back, leave him with no spine
Clutchin' my tool
I'm ready to clash out, just like 2K, make a nigga lag out
All of that talkin', you showin' your ass now,
Hittin' your pockets, I'm runnin' your stash now
Scammin' and rappin', we want all the fetty,
Countin' up green, it's comin' like lettuce
Big gas on the low, we pull up and sell it,
My mouth on zip, you know that I'm jealous
It's big papi locsta'
Big racks only, when niggas step on the scene
Ain't nobody told ya'?
Off the bracelet so I'm back to wildin' in these streets
Mr. Spin in Rovers
Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hopin' out the V's
Bitch I'll run you over
On A$AP, I up it ASAP an' took yo' bih
I'm a trappin' fanatic (Trappin' fanatic)
I walk in the spot like I want it all
Amiri jeans for the denim, 100 clip,
He get him, don't call it [?] bowl
Double G for the swag, you can check the tag
Flossy nigga droppin' G's
Big Benty for the V's, double G the T
Benji's bussin' out the jeans
I get it, then flip it, then double it
Big slips, we gon' walk 'em in
I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached
535, I got treehs in the back
Say that's your nigga
He is a rat
Can't fuck with these niggas
Niggas is whack
Come to your block, give him a smack
Pull up, TD
Leave where he's at shorty(wet, uh)
Uh (Aye!)
Last-Dude on the track!
Juice WRLD (yeah yeah)
Grrrrrrraow! (Aye!)