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Pop Smoke

Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1

 

Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1


Look, look
I'm armed and dangerous
Ain't no parking at the light
Ain't no staining us
Keep a K with us
Please don't, please don't play with us
Nah, we up and aiming up
Ain't no hiding
Ghosting baby, that's where I be
Try me, niggas know that I'm grimey
'Low me, niggas know I'm on time
And niggas know that I'm grimey, hold on
Big body like, a llama, wait
I know how to pop
But no, I ain't cool
Look at me funny, bet I shoot up the room
Shoot out the coupe, I let it boom
Nah, I don't play with these niggas, never

Playing with it
Niggas know I keep a K with it
It's like Avelli
Waving it, waving it
All my H on the loose
Ain't no taming 'em, taming 'em

Step in the game and start changing it, changing it
Spin to your block, tetris
Bend it, bend it
Hold up, score the shot, Beckham, Beckham, Beckham
If I don't got the top, deck 'em, deck 'em, deck 'em
Got some brand new tops, test 'em, test 'em
Test it out for me
It's up in the spot, there you go
Over there chilling with his bitch
Put him out, where he at?
They was gon' get the assist
Send shots, good move
I bet I empty the clip
Pop Smoke on every time baby, everybody know I'm real

Hold on, wait
Hold on, hold on Sloth
We, I got some more for you
Yeah, uh

Look
Said I'm in the Bugatti, racing
Racer, pace 'em
Put 'em down, chase 'em
Draco, drake 'em
Extendo, 30
Percy, 30
Get away, birdie
Aim it out, hold on
Yes, I'm feeling the, uh

It's big Poppy Lowster
Big racks only when nigga step on the scene
Ain't nobody told ya
Off the braces so I'm back to wiling on these streets
Misses spinning Rovers
Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hopping out of V's
You're messing with
Or ASAP or up in ASAT, tell ya

I'm a trapping fanatic
Hold up, I walk in the spot like I win it up
Amiri jeans for the denim
Hunnid clippy and I'm caught like a winner ball
Double G for the swag
You can check the tag, flossy nigga dropping G's
Big Benz for the B's
Double G's bussing out the jeans, hold on
Hold on, wait

I got smashed in the place
I got Brisco in the room
Bet he gon' shoot, boom
He let it boom, hold on

done

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