Pop Smoke – 30

Pop Smoke – 30 Lyrics

Artist: Pop Smoke
Song: 30

This is Woo
Woo
This is crip
Ayo sh#t

From the cut
Ayo sh#t
Huh? (Grrr)
f#ck what you talking ’bout, n#gg#? (Baow)

Huh? (Baow)
Stupid (Baow)
It’s thirty-two in the clip, n#gg# (Woo, grrr, woo, baow)
Baow, movie

Like, like
Dark, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch
Tell ’em come spin my block
Tell ’em come send them shots

You ain’t no shoota
You just talk that chop
You don’t want beef, you just want some pops
I ain’t get touched, how are you my opp?

b#tch I’m too sauce
No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants
The most I might do is the woo walk
The most I might do is the woo walk

And I know they mad
But please don’t act silly
If I’m spinnin’ a black flag, they gon’ think I’m a dizzy
b#tch I’m a sleaze, give a f#ck who you be

Yeah I f#ck with them real n#gg#s who f#ckin’ with me
Don’t ask if I’m GDK, nah
n#gg# I’m EBK
f#ck the judge and the DEA

Suck dick if you feel a way
I’m a lil’ body but I talk like a big body
‘Cause I put in that pain
I woke up that lil’ body but I back out that big body

If you speak on my name
These n#gg#s know nothin’ bout me
But they gon’ keep talkin’ bout me
And that sh#t ain’t goin’ change

I been in the cell, it ain’t sh#t you can tell me
If you ain’t got hands, invest in elevens
Toughest n#gg# in your squad will be tellin’
The older n#gg#s that be with me some felons

I really talk on the beats
If you not in the streets, you won’t understand it
I get the choppa, that n#gg# gon’ panic
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage, like

Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage
Yeah I got Ruger with me, Leaky with me, b#tch
We don’t spin in no Ubers
And I got Realla with me, Juju with me, b#tch

We might hit ya medulla
You can’t get busy with me, jiggy with me
Demon with me, hundo with me
First n#gg# actin’ silly, catch a figgy

Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run
Watch how he
Dark, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch
Tell ’em come spin my block

Tell ’em come send them shots
You ain’t no shoota
You just talk that chop
You don’t want beef, you just want some pops

I ain’t get touched, how are you my opp?
b#tch I’m too sauce
No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants
The most I might do is the woo walk

The most I might do is the woo walk
And I know they mad
But please don’t act silly
If I’m spinnin’ a black flag, they gon’ think I’m a dizzy

Tell that n#gg# to spin
That’s when the party begin
Yeah my glock full of sins
Bullet hit ya chin, I walk away grinnin’

If you drag my GK, then it’s f#ck what you said
Bizzy send shots where you lay
Bizzy send shots where you lay
Said I’m 823, sanctioned

Reach for my chain we gon’ spank ’em
I ain’t your regular gang member
Everybody know I’m sanctioned
If I step on the island we wylin’ out

I ain’t gon’ stop ’til the guards is out
Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah
My n#gg#s raisin’ the body count
44 Bulldog n#gg# get back

I ain’t with the talk or the chitchat
Get your sh#t cracked
If I back up the chop, betta get back
Call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady

n#gg#s gettin’ no bread ’cause they lazy
Tell Dread lift ’em, if that n#gg# talking crazy
Now it’s f#ck you pay me
Or bullets start blazing

Since I was young we invested in guns
Now we lookin’ at the stars in the wraith
While I’m gettin’ headed by your bae
She like “Papi I love how you taste”

She like “Papi can you nut?”
I’m like “Baby just wait”
I told her to
Dark, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch

Tell ’em come spin my block
Tell ’em come send them shots
You ain’t no shoota
You just talk that chop

You don’t want beef, you just want some pops
I ain’t get touched, how are you my opp?
b#tch I’m too sauce
No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants

The most I might do is the woo walk
The most I might do is the woo walk
And I know they mad
But please don’t act silly

If I’m spinnin’ a black flag, they gon’ think I’m a dizzy
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Pop Smoke Lyrics – 30

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From the album:
Faith [Clean]
Release Year: 2021