Pop Smoke ft. 4PF Mackie & NG City Lyrics

I know whats goin on yeah

At any giving time I might pop on the smoke

Young niggas out the window hittin the stick till it choke

An im really having racks stacks a never ever fold

We aint stressing free no rats yeah we know a nigga told

Nigga say ya getting money well how much ya gross

When I go to popping they say I do the most

Might wake up in the morning go pop on the smoke

They gone treat like the pope when you give the hood hope (yeah)

Fuckin wit Grip nigga we want smoke

Glock with the switch hit da block reload

Call up City got Supa in the 4

Trappin them bags at Cuzo store

12 ride by keep ya eye on them folks

Mackie back home I gave Ladd St Hope

Try to take my chain then Im at ya throat

If I say go my youngins gone go

30s on 30s on micro dracos

Got a dick on my 40 my drum out the a drac

Spin a nigga block hit hard earthquake

My name ring bells in the city hold weight

At any giving time I might pop on the smoke

Young niggas out the window hittin the stick till it choke

An im really having racks stacks a never ever fold

We aint stressing free no rats yeah we know a nigga told

Nigga say ya getting money well how much ya gross

When I go to popping they say I do the most

Might wake up in the morning go pop on the smoke

They gone treat like the pope when you give the hood hope (yeah)

Yeaa I shoot at yo bros Big Sup want smoke

Leave the pussy boy shook up just like a coke

These niggas so sweet aint nothing to suga coat

Im a real deal stepper leave my prints on his throat

Got straps like the navy knock him off the top rope

Put a biscuit on da drake it didnt come out the stove

Fn left his head wide open like a bowl

50 racks on his head he got booked like a show

Say ya man with da cap Im a let him promote

Mack pull in the scat got hittas from the 4

Big Sup keep a grip so you know im hood hope

At any giving time I might pop on the smoke

Young niggas out the window hittin the stick till it choke

An im really having racks stacks a never ever fold

We aint stressing free no rats yeah we know a nigga told

Nigga say ya getting money well how much ya gross

When I go to popping they say I do the most

Might wake up in the morning go pop on the smoke

They gone treat like the pope when you give the hood hope (yeah)