Feel like Pop Smoke Welcome to the party Pop a senzu bean Bitch we up in the fuckery My homies keep it tucked Pull up with an army You want the beef We bring it like Harvey's Say goodbye to your mom Man good luck Charlie We never talk Just aim that forty I was in a trio Had to move on my dole If Sweezy want smoke Better come show me He want the smoke I leave his vision starry Leave rings in that boy Not talkin' calamari I'm d-u-i Not Charles Barkley I been drinking all night Bacardi Need a new bottle not sippin' lightly Pull up to your country Gotta skip the id Ask me if i'm lit Said bitch i might be Bitch i might be We gon' pull up to your city boy We ain't with that talkin' shit We want that smoke boy We want that action, shit We gon let it off If you really bout clapping shit Whatchu gon' do when we come around They gon' fuckin' bounce When we pull up to the club Bitch you know we lit When we pull up to the spot Know we toting sticks They gon' fuckin' bounce When we pull up to they spot Know we toting sticks Know i keep it tucked uh Walk in the party Big glizzy on me Bitch i'm going buck Just copped an oz Bitch we smoking by the pound Pull up we put you in the ground Glizzy long fill you up with rounds uh Don't make a sound When we pull up with sticks Don't make a sound When i unload this clip You gon' feel it all In your mothafuckin' head Search for the body Find it filled up with lead Dash the fuckin' mag never count up a hit But to me that's only 3 clips One bullet in each head Thats 33 filled up with lead We keep shooting till the block all red Step over each body call it walking dead Hold On, Okay I been on a mission to get my bands up Don't play with the money I got the nine tucked Tell you man we selling smoke like let go When he leave baby lets go Anyone test Jat know i'm showing up We showing out, Spin the block like a roundabout What they gon' do They gon' fuckin' bounce When we pull up to the club Bitch you know we lit When we pull up to the spot Know we toting sticks They gon' fuckin' bounce When we pull up to they spot Know we toting sticks Know i keep it tucked uh Walk in the party Big glizzy on me Bitch i'm going buck Just copped an oz Bitch we smoking by the pound Pull up we put you in the ground Glizzy long fill you up with rounds uh Don't make a sound When we pull up with sticks Don't make a sound When i unload this clip You gon' feel it all In your mothafuckin' head Search for the body Find it filled up with lead