Club 21 Pop
The way I miss you when I hear your songs
Made me wanna shoot for your star so long
Your bangers blowed us away
And I been zipping through your files
Miss you every step and mile
On the way from Brooklyn drill to Hollywood hills
And your name means Papa smoke Oh Guap
Billboard peaked your mix tape up
After a fatal shot in your home, your singles reached the top
50 cent produce your hits
With Lil TJay and Travis
Gone for the night its so warped
these burglar murder bandits
Young lifes should never ended
Your 400 K Royce in a flatbread truck, thats how you rolled
At pressure still you rules
Threats around a pistol
Got a grand theft auto charge for footage at the crime scene
The adress had been seen
four boyz in hoods and ski mask, dats beyond evil I mean
How could our Pop be smoked, be pop smoked
Like Gotham we got joked, we got joked
We shout out oh no
Would try to take you back down,
back down
All the way from the sky down
We shout out oh no
Love you Pop Smoke bro
No smoke without your fire oh
You know we admire you
Love you Pop Smoke bro
No smoke without your fire oh
Your drill still here and glows
Conquered New York rap, you got your Star
Underground king, dangerous and armed
Dreaming for the night, shake the room were humming to your bars
You didnt got mad you got money, that pours like the rain
No snitching, enjoy yourself with Dior, a Mannequin
Showing off tunes, aim for the moon
Welcome to the party, but please dont leave it to soon
When Gwuapo fell asleep, you stepped in the rap booth
popularity grow with Nicki Minaj & Gunna
Your song style came like hip hops eight wonder
Rebel's verse was recorded through a collect call
You missed your BK Drop concert at the Kings
Concert at the Kings, but it wasnt your fault
How could our Pop be smoked, be pop smoked
Like Gotham we got joked we got joked
We shout out oh no
Would try to take you back down,
back down
All the way from the sky down
We shout out oh no
Love you Pop Smoke bro
No smoke without your fire oh
You know we admire you
Love you Pop Smoke bro
No smoke without your fire oh
Your drill still here and glows
Made me wanna shoot for your star so long
Your bangers blowed us away
And I been zipping through your files
Miss you every step and mile
On the way from Brooklyn drill to Hollywood hills
And your name means Papa smoke Oh Guap
Billboard peaked your mix tape up
After a fatal shot in your home, your singles reached the top
50 cent produce your hits
With Lil TJay and Travis
Gone for the night its so warped
these burglar murder bandits
Young lifes should never ended
Your 400 K Royce in a flatbread truck, thats how you rolled
At pressure still you rules
Threats around a pistol
Got a grand theft auto charge for footage at the crime scene
The adress had been seen
four boyz in hoods and ski mask, dats beyond evil I mean
How could our Pop be smoked, be pop smoked
Like Gotham we got joked, we got joked
We shout out oh no
Would try to take you back down,
back down
All the way from the sky down
We shout out oh no
Love you Pop Smoke bro
No smoke without your fire oh
You know we admire you
Love you Pop Smoke bro
No smoke without your fire oh
Your drill still here and glows
Conquered New York rap, you got your Star
Underground king, dangerous and armed
Dreaming for the night, shake the room were humming to your bars
You didnt got mad you got money, that pours like the rain
No snitching, enjoy yourself with Dior, a Mannequin
Showing off tunes, aim for the moon
Welcome to the party, but please dont leave it to soon
When Gwuapo fell asleep, you stepped in the rap booth
popularity grow with Nicki Minaj & Gunna
Your song style came like hip hops eight wonder
Rebel's verse was recorded through a collect call
You missed your BK Drop concert at the Kings
Concert at the Kings, but it wasnt your fault
How could our Pop be smoked, be pop smoked
Like Gotham we got joked we got joked
We shout out oh no
Would try to take you back down,
back down
All the way from the sky down
We shout out oh no
Love you Pop Smoke bro
No smoke without your fire oh
You know we admire you
Love you Pop Smoke bro
No smoke without your fire oh
Your drill still here and glows
Credits
Writer(s): Wessborg Bengt, Mikael Kristoffer Andersson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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