[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Swirv
[Chorus: NAV]
Doin' shit you can't believe (Yeah)
Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz (With the Gz)
NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze
Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's
Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go)
Heard that they dropped the witness, I'm just sippin' my tea (Hmm)
I ain't take a patdown, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah)
Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
AP, Audemars, cost a hundred thousand
Big .38 gon hawk 'em if a nigga tryna stretch it
Big .38 up on my body, put him in the sky
It won't leave a witness, ha
Send that nigga to the dental, ha
For thinkin' that niggas pretendin'
I got fifty-two shots in this Glock
With an infrared up on an opp if he let off
Chains, Ksubi on the top
Yellow tape on his block, blow his head off
Roll with the chopper, go dumb (Dumb)
Niggas see me and they run (Run)
Set us up on the gun (Gun)
I'm 'bout to rage for none
Dre, Ksubi, boy playin' with the toolie, huh?
I bet he make a movie, huh? (Look)
Pop dripped up in Louis, huh?
A couple hundreds and some jewelry
A couple hundreds and some Gucci (Yeah)
Traphouse Mob
Swirv
[Chorus: NAV]
Doin' shit you can't believe (Yeah)
Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz (With the Gz)
NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze
Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's
Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go)
Heard that they dropped the witness, I'm just sippin' my tea (Hmm)
I ain't take a patdown, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah)
Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
AP, Audemars, cost a hundred thousand
Big .38 gon hawk 'em if a nigga tryna stretch it
Big .38 up on my body, put him in the sky
It won't leave a witness, ha
Send that nigga to the dental, ha
For thinkin' that niggas pretendin'
I got fifty-two shots in this Glock
With an infrared up on an opp if he let off
Chains, Ksubi on the top
Yellow tape on his block, blow his head off
Roll with the chopper, go dumb (Dumb)
Niggas see me and they run (Run)
Set us up on the gun (Gun)
I'm 'bout to rage for none
Dre, Ksubi, boy playin' with the toolie, huh?
I bet he make a movie, huh? (Look)
Pop dripped up in Louis, huh?
A couple hundreds and some jewelry
A couple hundreds and some Gucci (Yeah)
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