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Pop Smoke - Armed N Dangerous (Original) Lyrics


[Intro]
This is a Melo beat
Rico’s goin’ crazy, yeah

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, I’m armed and dangerous
Ain’t no parking at the light
Ain’t no stainin’ us, keep a K with us
Please don’t, please don’t play with us
Nah, we up and aimin’ em

[Verse 1: Fetty Luciano]
We armed and dangerous
Please don’t (Bow), please don’t play with us
‘Cause there ain’t no tamin’ us
We keep cocaine with us
I pull up when molly get me lit (Molly get me lit)
Drink some Henny, get me bent (Ayy)
I put the .40 to his chin (Ayy)
I keep a bag when I spin (Ayy)
Lord, save ’em
Don’t got a gun, I’ma tase ’em
Fetty, hot, pop, basin
Cookin’ up in the kitchen
Rice, cajun
I keep a gun for occasions
Kimberly said I’m amazin’
I run with Jamaicans and Haitians
I don’t got no patience
Chill, cool, ‘fore you turn to a patient
I get the flip it and double it
I took her to jail, she tuggin’ it
You pop, she callin’ my government
She got on my name, she lovin’ it

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I’m armed and dangerous (Woo)
Ain’t no parking at the light (Woo)
Ain’t no stainin’ us, (Woo) keep a K with us
Please don’t, please don’t play with us
Nah, we up and aimin’ em

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
Ain’t no hidin’, Flossy, baby, that’s where I be
Try me, if you lookin’ for me you can find me
Lie me, niggas know I’m on timin’
Niggas know that I’m grimy, big body like a lineman
I know how to vibe, but no, I ain’t cool
Look at me funny, bet I’ll shoot up the room
Shoot out the coupe, I let it boom
Nah, I don’t play with these niggas, never
Play with it, niggas know I keep a K with it
Ace Makaveli, wavin’ it, wavin’ it
All my apes on the loose, ain’t no tamin’ em, tamin’ ’em
Step in a game and start changin’ it, changin’ it
Spin through your block, Tetris, bend it, bend it
All the opps call a shot, Beckham, Beckham, Beckham
If I don’t got the chop, deck ’em, deck ’em, deck ’em
Got some brand new chops, test ’em, test ’em, test ’em
It’s an opp in the spot, there he go, over there, chillin’ with his bitch
Point him out, where he at, James is gon’ get the assist
Six shots, clip ’em, I bet I empty the clip
Pop Smoke-


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