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Lyrics: Pop Smoke – 30

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[Intro: Pop Smoke, Bizzy Banks & Fivio Foreign]
This is Woo
Woo
This is crip
Ayo shit
From the cut
Ayo shit
Huh? (Grrr)
Fuck what you talking ’bout, nigga? (Baow)
Huh? (Baow)
Stupid (Baow)
It’s thirty-two in the clip, nigga (Woo, grrr, woo, baow)
Baow, movie
Pop Smoke, Bizzy
Like, like

[Chorus: Bizzy Banks & Pop Smoke]
Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch (Woo)
Tell ’em, “Come spin my block”, (Hahahaha), tell ’em, “Come send them shots”
You ain’t no shooter (At all), baow, you just tote that chop (Woo)
You don’t want beef, you just want some props (Haha)
I ain’t get touched, how you my opp?
Bitch, I’m too sauced
Nah, 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, uh (I know they mad)
Look, but please don’t act silly (Please don’t act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (Yeah, grrah)
They gon’ think I’m a dizzy

[Verse 1: Bizzy Banks & Pop Smoke]
Bitch, I’m a sleaze, baow (Sleaze), give a fuck who you be (Give a fuck who you be)
Yeah, I fuck wit’ them real niggas (Real niggas), who fuckin’ wit’ me
Don’t ask if I’m GDK (At all, at all), nigga, I’m EBK (EBK)
Fuck the judge and the DEA (Fuck them niggas), suck dick if you feel a way
I’m a lil’ body but I tote like a big body ’cause I put in that pain (Baow)
I walk with that lil’ body but I back out that big body if you speak on my name (Grrt)
These niggas know nothin’ ’bout me but they gon keep talkin’ bout me and that shit ain’t gon change (Woo)
I been in a cell and ain’t shit you can tell me (Woo), if you ain’t got hands, invest in 11’s (Woo)
Toughest nigga in yo’ squad gon’ be tellin’, now all them niggas that be with me some felons
I really talk on the beats (Beats)
If you not in the streets, you won’t understand it
I get the chop’ and that nigga gon’ panic
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage, like (Uh)
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage
Yeah, I got Ruger wit’ me, Leeky wit’ me, bitch (Haha), we don’t spin in no Ubers
And I got Rilla wit’ me, Juju wit’ me, bitch (That’s a whole lotta shooters), we might hit ya’ medulla
You can’t get busy wit’ me, jiggy wit’ me, demon wit’ me, hundo’ wit’ me, uh (Nah)
The first nigga actin’ silly, catch a figgy
Pass the glizzy (Haha) and just watch how he run (Grrr), watch how he-

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[Chorus: Bizzy Banks & Pop Smoke]
Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch (Pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch baow)
Tell ’em, “Come spin my block”, (Woo), tell ’em, “Come send them shots” (Hahahaha)
You ain’t no shooter, baow (Nah), you just tote that chop (You lyin’)
You don’t want beef, you just want some props (Facts)
I ain’t get touched, how you my opp? (Baow)
Bitch, I’m too sauced (Too sauced)
Nah, I don’t dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Woo)
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they)
Look, but please don’t act silly (Hahaha, please don’t act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (You get shot)
They gon’ think I’m a dizzy

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
Tell that nigga to spin (Spin), that’s when the party begin (That’s when the party begin)
And my Glock full of sins (Sins), bullets hit your chin, (Huh)
I walk away grinnin’ (Baow)
If you jack my shit K (K, K), then it’s fuck what you said (Fuck, fuck)
Bizzy send shots when you lay (Bizzy send shots)
Bizzy send shots when you lay (Bizzy send shots)
Look, said I’m 823, sanctioned (Sanctioned)
Reach for my chain, we gon’ spank ’em (Spank ’em)
I ain’t your regular gang member (Nah)
Everybody know I’m sanctioned (Bangin’)
If I step on a island, we wildin’ up (Up)
I ain’t gon’ step till the guards is out (Out)
Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah
My niggas raisin’ the body count (Free all my niggas)
.44 Bulldog, make ’em get back (Back)
I ain’t with the talk or the chit-chat (Not at all)
Get your shit cracked (Woo)
If I back out the chop, better get back (Baow)
Call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady (Brady)
Niggas get no bread ’cause they lazy (Lazy)
Tell Dread lift ’em, if that niggs talkin’ crazy (Lift that nigga)
Now it’s fuck you, pay me (Pay me), all bullets start blazin’ (Blazin’)
Since I was young we invested guns, now we lookin’ at the stars in the Wraith (Hahaha)
While I’m gettin’ head by your bae (Yeah)
She like, “Poppy, I love how you taste” (Woo)
She like, “Poppy, can you nut?” (Nut)
I’m like, “Baby, just wait” (Wait)
I told her to

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[Chorus: Bizzy Banks & Pop Smoke]
Dawg (Woo), pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch (Pass me the sitchy, I’m clutch baow)
Tell ’em, “Come spin my block”, (Woo), tell ’em, “Come send them shots” (Hahahaha)
You ain’t no shooter, baow (Nah), you just tote that chop (You lyin’)
You don’t want beef, you just want some props (Facts)
I ain’t get touched, how you my opp? (Baow)
Bitch, I’m too sauced (Too sauced)
Nah, I don’t dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Woo)
The most I might do is the Woo walk (Woo back, baby)
And I know they mad, uh (I know they)
Look, but please don’t act silly (Hahaha, please don’t act silly)
If I spin in a black flag (You get shot)
They gon’ think I’m a dizzy

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