Pop Smoke – Brush Em

Pop Smoke – Brush Em Lyrics

Artist: Pop Smoke
Song: Brush Em

Brokie, Brokie
9 shots in the Ruger, I step on the court they like, “Watch the shooter”
Look, big 092MLBOA
This is a Melo beat

Traphouse Mob
GQ, you got a gun, n#gg#, gun, n#gg#, me too
Brodie gon’ what, brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’
Brush ’em

Look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’ rrh
Diggin’ that Louie bag, Louie bag, n#gg# diggin’ that bag
Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut ’em

Brodie go woo, I bet man gon’ shoot
Said I’m big 092, know that I’m woo
Don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof

Two 38’s, three 22’s
Big NBA, we did it first, watch what you say
You could get hurt
f#ck all my opps, they get it worst

My b#tch got a chop, sh#t in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don’t even trip
If I call Stretch, empty the clip
Those not my opps, free Thano Brim

The f#ck is a naughty, n#gg# a snitch
They’ll get put on a shirt, watch n#gg#s lurk
I keep a Glock, when I’m in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch

Brodie got locked for the choppa, I lost four
My straps gotta go get a fifth one
I be f#ckin on opp b#tches, kick ’em, and pass ’em
Yo, Pop, it’s too many to pick from

Uh, say that I’ll call a ape for a Maybach
I’m 823, I get straight cash
If you got that work, I’mma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showers

Woo from the Floss, we don’t play with ours
You won’t ever catch me broad day without it
GDK and I don’t even play about it
Uh, uh, day, day, how you screaming through mega like may-day

Who the f#ck are you talking to, crazy
If you don’t want no beef, n#gg#, pay me
The f#ck is these n#gg#s gon’ get back(Traphouse Mob)
Took a flight to LA, got they sh#t wacked

Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V make ’em sit back
Uh, rumble, step on the field watch ’em crumble
I’m so drip, like I stepped in a puddle

I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit
40 Glock with a 50 clip
Get the addy, then I get ’em hit

Had to shoot a n#gg# for a mixy b#tch
Uh, Treesha, shorty wan’ suck on my nina
I pull up like ace in a finas
I leave her sh#t wet, Aquafina

And I got that p#ss# on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spending, pull up in like three V’s
Opp Treesha, she dyin’ to eat me

I don’t talk to n#gg#s, I don’t play with n#gg#s
Got a bad b#tch that’ll tase a n#gg#
Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, n#gg#
Woo back (Traphouse Mob)

Uh, the f#ck wrong with dem p#ss# boy dem, eh?
What da mean? Uh
Tell ’em p#ss# dey, “Go suck ya mada!”
(Go suck ya mada!)
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From the album:
Faith [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021