Pop Smoke

Huh Yea, what up Huh, roll another one (Christian Dior, Dior these niggaz too pretty for war) Yea Genocide We don't show now love squeeze go let em fly (Grrrttt bowww) Like let em die (Grrrtttttt) Let em fly (Bowww) Cold world (RIP Pop Smoke) They tell me it's a cold world (Real Brooklyn shit) Christian Dior, Dior These niggaz too pretty for war I'm bout to start me a riot We up in all the stores Fuck rap nigga still got dope Banging on em from the top rope All we talk is that fly shit Dancing on em like Pop Smoke (Wooooooo) Nigga woo back When I bomb first can't shoot back Like clock work we'll move that nigga Lay em down like a durag No cap rap is you kidding me? (huh) Bad bitches still feeling me 2 guns like Yosemite Kill everything in proximity Yea And ya'll finished here More holes than a wicker chair That nigga scared Nigga where? I'm a grown man go get a pair Told niggaz take it to the top This is that flow thats gon get us there Show no love can't get it here We Mo Thugs couldn't give a care Want no smoke my vision clear So cold couldn't shed a tear Dope still on my digi scale Residue on my kitchen ware Niggaz out here sleep I talk that shit thats prolly gon get Us killed Like nigga chill Give a fuck how these niggaz feel (Woo) Nah, nah nah Same town tho (yea) Brooklyn Boys, you know what I'm saying (Brooklyn is having a real movement right now) (Talk to me bout that) Not really Brooklyn jus Woo shit (Jus Woo not really the whole borough) Basically (yea) Genocide We don't show now love squeeze go let em fly (Grrrttt bowww) Like let em die (Grrrtttttt) Let em fly (Bowww) Cold world They tell me it's a cold world