Pop Smoke - Get Back

Traphouse Mob Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Yeah) What you tellin' me? Yeah I got Snacks to the right of me I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo Look, look Ayy, what up? Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh, look, huh Buddy gon' grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that Send shots, make 'em get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My n- ain't into that N- be talkin' hot, but he ain't on sh- (woo) I got like 50 rounds up in this clip If I go to jail, n-, I'll plead the Fifth (uh?) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid N- tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh? I'm like n-, f- the pigs The judge like, "Why you actin' like a d-?" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic" My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen?" I said, "I pop a P- and feel amazin'" I shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money I'm raisin' She wanna f-, hold on She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment She get d- and edible arrangements That's the only form of payment Shawty a snack And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Papi, you so crazy," huh I told her, "Whine on me, baby" (woah) She want a star She wanna f- 'cause she know who we are These h- be dirty, ain't hittin' 'em raw When it come to h-, I got b- galore (grrt) She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at Freak b- put my d- where her lips at (woo) She goin' all gas, no chit-chit (ayy) She goin' all gas, no chit-chit Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (bum) Here come that boy with the drum (woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (brrt, brrt) If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy I go dumb, dumb, dumb (go dumb) Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (baow) F- what they say, they know that I'm gucci Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (pop, pop, pop)