Official lyric video for Pop Smoke " 30” feat. Bizzy Banks, from Faith available everywhere now: PopSmoke.lnk.to/Faith

Lyrics:
This is Woo (Woo)
This is Crip
I’m the cuz
Gltttt Baow (Baow)
It’s 32 in the clip nigga (gllttt) Baow
Baow, Movie
Pop Smoke, Bizzy
Like
Duck, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch
Tell ‘em come spin my block
Tell ‘em come send them shots
You ain’t no shoota
You just tote that chop
You don’t want beef, you just want some pops I ain’t get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch I’m too sauced
No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk (yeah) The most I might do is the Woo walk (yeah) And I know they mad

But please don’t act silly
If I spin in a black flag, they gon’ think I’m a dizzy
Bitch I’m a sleaze, give a fuck who you be
Yeah I fuck with them real niggas who fuckin with me Don’t ask if I’m GDK, nah
Nigga I’m EBK
Fuck the judge and the DEA
Suck dick if you feel a way
I’mma lil body but I talk like a big body
Cuz I put in that pain
I walk like a lil body but I back out that big body
If you speak on my name
These niggas know nothin’ bout me
But they gon’ keep talkin’ bout me
And that shit ain’t goin’ change
I been in the cell and
Ain’t shit you can tell me
If you ain’t got hands, invest in 11s
Toughest nigga in your squad gon be tellin’
The older niggas that be with me some felons
I really talk on the beats
If you not in the streets, you won’t understand it
I get the choppa, that nigga gon’ panic
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage
Yeah I got Ruger with me, Leeky with me, bitch We don’t spin in no Ubers
And I got Rilla with me, Juju with me, bitch
We might hit ya medulla
You can’t get busy with me, jiggy with me Demon with me, hundo with me
First nigga actin’ silly, catch a figgy
Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run Watch how he
Duck, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch Tell ‘em come spin my block
Tell ‘em come send them shots
You ain’t no shoota
You just tote that chop
You don’t want beef, you just want some pops
I ain’t get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch I’m too sauced
No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk
The most I might do is the Woo walk
And I know they mad (look)
But please don’t act silly
If I’m spinnin’ a black flag, they gon’ think I’m a dizzy
Tell that nigga to spin
That’s when the party begin
Yeah my glock full of sins
Bullet hit ya chin, I walk away grinnin’
If you drag my GK, then it’s fuck what you said Bizzy send shots where you lay
Bizzy send shots where you lay
Say I’m 823, sanctioned
Reach for my chain we gon spank em
I ain’t your regular gang member
Everybody know I’m sanctioned
If I step on the island we wylin’ out
I ain’t gon’ stop ‘til the guard is out
Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah
My niggas raisin’ the body count
44 Bulldog nigga get back
I ain’t with the talk or the chitchat
Get your shit cracked
If I back up the chop, betta get back
Call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady Niggas gettin’ no bread cause they lazy Tell Dread lift em, if that nigga talking crazy Now it’s fuck you pay me
Or bullets start blazing
Since I was young we invested in guns Now we lookin’ at the stars in the wraith While I’m gettin’ headed by your bae
She like papi I love how you taste She like papi can you nut
I’m like baby just wait
I told her to
Duck, pass me the sitchy I’m clutch Tell ‘em come spin my block
Tell ‘em come send them shots You ain’t no shoota
You just tote that chop
You don’t want beef, you just want some pops
I ain’t get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch I’m too sauced
No I don’t dance, the glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk
The most I might do is the Woo walk
And I know they mad
But please don’t act silly
If I spin in’ a black flag, they gon’ think I’m a dizzy

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