Pop Smoke – Scenario


(Traphouse Mob)

(Uh
Shout out my fifty clock niggas, my hundred clock niggas
Big 092MLBOA ’til they switch, uh
FTO shit, free Jeezy, free Clutch, free my nigga Jeezy, man
Tay-K, what up? Traff, what up? Uh)

Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing ’em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I’m drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing ’em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I’m drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton

I don’t know why these fifty niggas talkin’ hot
There be no fifty niggas on the scene
I got like fifty rounds up in that clip
I put that fifty clip up to your beanie
I let it bang for nothing
10K or better, race for nothin’
Zanotti got shot and he sang for nothin’
Hope the lawyer beat the case, a hundred
Nigga, I’m the big fool, give you ‘nother two
I spent like four racks on Amiris
What the fuck they gon’ tell him? The young niggas really
Step back for the three like I’m Curry (Swish)
Nigga, I’m a big souvie, I make a movie
Pull up and clap, you goofy
Nigga, I make an action movie, I make an action movie
Pul up to T-D-N-I-A
If we all getting money, then why hate?
Smooth head, she done rented
That boy is too benty
He ’bout to go fuck up the crime rate
I got twenty-twos up in my coupe
After business school, we pull up, we give him the boot
And I’m big flossy woo
No construction, but a nigga know I got the tool

Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing ’em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I’m drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing ’em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I’m drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton

Said I’m never lacking, always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon’ send ’em to Heaven
Pull up, what’s crackin’, nigga, what you jackin’?
Find his body up on Channel 11
Bag him up, groceries
Ain’t no exposing me, ain’t no controlling me
No, we don’t fuck with them people
If I want you dead, then you dead
You know I got guns in the bed
Know I got one in the head
Free the caged whale up out the cage
Brody got locked for attempt
Ready, set, go
It’s big 092 MLBOA
Hit that boy up in a GLA
Fly down your block like an eagle
And I’m so stuck in my ways
And I can’t forget about the apes (Swish)
We gon’ send shots where you stay
We gon’ send shots where you lay
All the opps like, “Pop who?”
But I bet they wanna be Pop Smoke
Give him hot shells like taco
I’m big woo the flex, nigga, not cho
And I’m still swerving from potholes
And I’m still shooting at Tahoes
Everybody know I rock soft
Bad bitches, yeah, I got those

Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing ’em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I’m drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton
Pull up, we snatching your babas
Big 092, those my guys
Pull up and change the scenario
Act up and bullets start tearing ’em, uh
My body different, hop in the foreign, I’m drifting
Tell Dread lift him, give him bald head like he Clifton


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