Pop Smoke
Bag a bitch, I'ma split that
That choppa spitting, big kickback
My shoulder hurting, need a ice pack
Yeah, yeah just like that, she suck it right just like that
Yeah, yeah just like that, she my bitch, my dog, but don't bite back
She want that smoke, I give her that smoke
She want that smoke, I give her that Pop Smoke
She want that smoke, I give her that choke
She want that smoke, I give her that Pop Smoke
We with that smoke, that's what we tell em, higher than Smokey
Smoking that Trunchbull, nigga, aye throw me in the chokey
I got the choppers, Virginia Tech, bitch I'm a Hokie
Lil nigga high as hell, yeah, but I stay low key
Yeah nigga out here, but you don't know me
I'm like a ghost, I seen your post, internet thuggin
That shit don't fly around here, nigga you buggin
I air it out, let's get it clear, I don't like muddy
I fuck his bitch, I don't like friends, come get ya buddy
Please don't forget, I'm from the streets, it could get gully
I'm smoking four different flavors Teletubbie
Drop these kids off in ya bitch, Nutty Buddy
Bag a bitch, I'ma split that
That choppa spitting, big kickback
My shoulder hurting, need a ice pack
Yeah, yeah just like that, she suck it right just like that
Yeah, yeah just like that, she my bitch, my dog, but don't bite back
She want that smoke, I give her that smoke
She want that smoke, I give her that Pop Smoke
She want that smoke, I give her that choke
She want that smoke, I give her that Pop Smoke
That choppa spitting, big kickback
My shoulder hurting, need a ice pack
Yeah, yeah just like that, she suck it right just like that
Yeah, yeah just like that, she my bitch, my dog, but don't bite back
She want that smoke, I give her that smoke
She want that smoke, I give her that Pop Smoke
She want that smoke, I give her that choke
She want that smoke, I give her that Pop Smoke
We with that smoke, that's what we tell em, higher than Smokey
Smoking that Trunchbull, nigga, aye throw me in the chokey
I got the choppers, Virginia Tech, bitch I'm a Hokie
Lil nigga high as hell, yeah, but I stay low key
Yeah nigga out here, but you don't know me
I'm like a ghost, I seen your post, internet thuggin
That shit don't fly around here, nigga you buggin
I air it out, let's get it clear, I don't like muddy
I fuck his bitch, I don't like friends, come get ya buddy
Please don't forget, I'm from the streets, it could get gully
I'm smoking four different flavors Teletubbie
Drop these kids off in ya bitch, Nutty Buddy
Bag a bitch, I'ma split that
That choppa spitting, big kickback
My shoulder hurting, need a ice pack
Yeah, yeah just like that, she suck it right just like that
Yeah, yeah just like that, she my bitch, my dog, but don't bite back
She want that smoke, I give her that smoke
She want that smoke, I give her that Pop Smoke
She want that smoke, I give her that choke
She want that smoke, I give her that Pop Smoke
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Writer(s): Thaeous Coker
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