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Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)

Pop Smoke

Letra

    Grrt, pow, pow, pow
    Free the fuckin' members, nigga
    RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz
    All o' them, nigga
    Don't fuck around, nigga
    Woo, woo, grrah, grrah
    Big 092, look, woo

    Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brr, pow)
    Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)
    How that's your wifey? For me she a eater
    If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
    That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct

    I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brr)
    Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend
    Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (Woo)
    Brady, look, gang
    It's just me and pop, don't need nobody else
    'Cause that'd be a extra witness
    Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest
    No this ain't planet fitness
    I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo)
    And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)
    And she drive the boat (drive), dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)
    Ask your girl, I'm the goat (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)
    Bitch, it's dread woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah)
    Tell 'em get back (woo)
    He getting flipped, thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)
    He ain't make it back (uh)
    I call up shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner)
    Totin' on a strap (woo)
    Who these niggas dressed in all black? (grrt, baow, baow)
    Huh, yo, pop, them niggas cap (cap)

    Yo, pop, what the fuck is crackin', my nigga? I see you
    Hold on, hahaha, goin' crazy here
    Hold on, woo

    Look, I'm like: Who that nigga? (Who that nigga?)
    Talkin' 'bout: What's stackin', what the fuck is up?
    Huh? You ain't one of us
    You lookin' dirty, nigga, you ain't one of us, nah
    I come from the bottom where niggas keep ninas tucked (huh, brrt, brrt)
    We don't stop shots till the Sun is up (get that nigga)
    I pass dafi the chop', that's a give an' go (Woo, baow)
    Keep five stones in his head like a mineral
    He put pep at his head like a mento (brrt)
    38 punching like Limbo (grrt, pow, pow, pow)
    When you talkin' to me, bitch, remember I'm a giant (giant)
    I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (uh)
    A hater, stealer and a liar (facts)
    But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr)
    Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)
    They like: Pop, you on fire (fire)
    I really just bought the new laferrari
    Rd like: Send me the wire (woo, woo)

    Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, baow, haha, woo, woo

    Throwin' like brady, don't be the receiver (brr, nah, pow)
    Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)
    How that's your wifey? For me she a eater
    If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
    That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct

    Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)
    Switch the Vin on the Stoley
    Same nigga to the grave
    Gotta watch them, mille topless
    Got the white like Milonakis
    I'm in traffic, say: What's rockin'?
    You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready
    Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh
    Shorty shaped like she creole
    It's fuck parole, fuck a co
    I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' Griot
    I'm back uptown with the papis
    More white than a Nazi
    Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what)
    No time for no limelight
    And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night
    Fuck them niggas on the other side
    Only friend I got, he a dead guy
    If you talk about him then the lead (fly)
    Niggas they act like they know me, huh
    Two fours on 'em like Kobe
    Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili
    Yeah Trav' always tweaking
    I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense
    I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy
    Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty
    Foreign bitches givin' minds in a Bentley
    Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece
    Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty (woo)

    Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brr, pow)
    Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)
    Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
    If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)
    That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)

    Composição: 808 Melo / Dread Woo / Fritz tha Producer / LS Da Producer / Pop Smoke / TRAVI. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.



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