Pop Smoke (Freestyle) - LaDrvga, Lil Rem & 3gger

You dont really want no smoke as a rival I put my hand on my heart and the bible You dont really want no smoke Im the goat I dont have to talk Every body know Bring some more Y'all aint really ready For a savage war Train my core Just in case I see him At the corner store He gon loose it all This ain't GTA He can't hit restore Making bands that's all i keep doing I dont follow trends So much punches flying through the air He cannot defend Got my city on my back They say I'm the man Got my city on my back They say Im the man On my way Gotta get there quick Gotta up the score Its been so long I been seen him He be lurking through the store You dont really want no smoke as a rival I put my hand on my heart and the bible So many fakes I can't live with that Pick up stikcs like a samurai man Beat those drums like a summer jam track How many guards gon save you now Two three four you gone need some more You gotta use that panic door Gas it up no antidote That's our road to keep up score (That's our road to keep up score) You dont really want no smoke as a rival I put my hand on my heart and the bible (That's our road to keep up score) Switching lanes yeah we gotta speedup Cos the police came We made plans Snitches getting stitches No more middle man We creep up on a low Pray to God you aint a foe Gonna send you to the floor Where your broskies wouldn't know We gon probably keep the jewelry Then sell it to a pawn man Mama really sad I changed But I turned into a grown man Keep my circle small I dont need no more wrong friends I don't really get it Cos I bought It on my own men Thats my flow got me winning I was broke I know that feeling Got a boat for the party So come join me spend this money Scrape some more off the paint That's a billion dollar wall From the short bus Now we came along They wanna be us Thats my flow got me winning I was broke I know that feeling Got a boat for the party So come join me spend this money Scrape some more off the paint That's a billion dollar wall From the short bus Now we came along They wanna be us Yungeen be the man I dont really get it wrong Every body know where I'm from On my own They dont really know I been trying to let Go I be feeling like the goat On my own They be on my case They dont really get it on Cos I put all my friends On my own They dont really know I been trying to let Go I be feeling like the goat On my own (That's our road to keep up score) You dont really want no smoke (That's our road to keep up score)

F*ck nigga don't won't no smoke I heard you been plottin' on Badaxx on tha low Let off some shots spin let off some mo' Beat up tha block had to throw in some bows She tell me be easy f*ckin' her slow Don't suck my d*ck lil' b*th you gotta go If you catch a body keep that on tha low Slide in a stolo when it's time to sco' Ooo, ooo, she wet like some Fiji These niggas look up to me, they wanna be me I came from nothin' you see how they treat me Free Lil' D he be clutchin" a DB Nasty lil' b*tch want to lay up and please me Boot tf up, power up like Luigi Floatin' thru traffic just me and my BG's When I hit the scene all these bad b*tches greet me They see I'm turnt up got these f*ck niggas sour I want the money, the b*tches, the power I'm tryna blow up like the twin towers Pop me a bean f*ckin' shawty fa hours Made her go home and go hop in tha shower Thuggin' alone cause these niggas be cowards She ate up my kids, my nuts she devoured Ain't been myself I keep takin' these downers Thinking out loud, this shit off the brain My mama say she think I'm goin' insane If I catch a opp, hop out and let it rain B*tch you gon die if you go against the grain Boyz in my city wanna rap for a name Wanna get with the movement and go catch a stain Tryna stay focused and stay in my lane You don't got no purpose, get caught you gon sing That's when we pull up, bang bang he didn't get away Demons out late when it's dark and it's safe Take somethin' from me and they all gotta pay One step ahead cause I know where he stay I was thirteen on tha bock flippin' treys Kick thru your door like we comin' to raid Come thru with yappas f*ck up the parade I don't sip lean no mo, just lemonade Ya patna got hit up and you ain't even spray All that internet thuggin' get you in the grave Like RIP, I'm goin' up now they notice me Now all these bad b*tches wanna blow a G Hop out the van with a 223 I'm steady rolin', fuck tha police F*ckin' a bourgeois b*tch skeetin' on tha sheets Got kicked outta school, I love runnin' tha streets Shootout at my show b*tch you ain't killin' me Imma ride round in traffic, draco on tha seat They say I'm up next waiting patiently We goin' up like major league Whoop that lil' b*tch like Jayda Lee If we spin tonight I didn't see a thing Tell her come suck on my ding-a-ling Big boy 40 can't fit in these jeans Look like a pimp how I walk with a lean P*ssy a niggas like lettuce, they green She open up (ugh) let me get in between Stick d*ck inside her she try not to scream We havin' more guns than the f*ckin' Marines She tell me slow down, tryna let off some steam I sleep with that rod that pistol in my dreams Cock back and boom left em dead on tha scene Left em dead on tha scene Cock back and boom left em dead on tha scene Left em dead on tha scene I sleep with that rod that pistol in my dreams (Pistol in my dreams) She tell me slow down, Tryna let off some steam (tryna let off some steam) YBKB... Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang