Pop Smoke - Defiant Lyrics

 

Defiant Lyrics by Pop Smoke

[Intro: Dread Woo]

Grr, pow, pow

Free the fuckin’ members, nigga

RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz

All of them, nigga

Don’t fuck around, nigga

Woo, woo, gra, gra

Big 092, look, woo

[Chorus: Dread Woo]

Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Brrrr, pow)

Dropped outta school, making 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 precint

I’m with the demons, no hiding, we seeking (Brr)

Send that boy up catch the flight on the weekend

Stay on alert ’cause I know they be creeping (Woo)

Brady, look, gang

[Verse 1: Dread Woo]

It’s just me and Pop

Don’t need nobody else

‘Cause that’d be an 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, I drop the check and make ’em 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)

We getting flipped thought it was a pack (Hold on, facts)

He ain’t make it back (Uh)

I call up Shane you know he move, attack (Woo, burner), toting a strap (Woo)

Who these niggas dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow)

Huh, yo Pop them niggas cap (Cap)

[Interlude: Dread Woo & Pop Smoke]

Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin’ my nigga I see you

Hold on, hahaha, goin’ crazy here

Hold on, woo

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]

Look, I’m like “who that nigga?” (Who that nigga?)

Talkin’ ’bout “what’s stackin’, what the fuck is up?”

Huh? he 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, brr, brr)

We don’t stop shots ’til the sun is up (Get that nigga)

I pass Dafi the chop that’s a give and go (Woo, baow)

Keep five stones in his head like a mineral

He put pep at his head like a Mento (Brr)

.38 punching like Kimbo (Grr, pow, pow, pow)

When you talkin’ to me, bitch remember I’m a giant (Giant)

I dropped outta school, I’m defiant (Huh)

A hater still here and they lying (Facts)

But in the jungle I’m a lion (Grr)

Now they see me on a flight (Brr, brr)

They like “Papi on fire” (Fire)

I really just bought the new LaFerrari

RD like sent me the wire (Woo, woo)

[Interlude: Dread Woo]

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

[Chorus: Dread Woo]

Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Brr, pow)

Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, 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 precint

[Verse 3: TRAVI]

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, ready

Try to shake a wave off a BO

Shorty shaped like she Creole

Fuck a parole, fuck a CO

I’m outta town while Haitians eatin’ greole

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 stacking plenty

Foreign bitches giving [?] in a Bentley

Been trapping all day, man I just hit a ten-piece

Fuck a uber, threw that bitch in the renty (Woo)

[Chorus: Dread Woo]

Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Nah, pow)

Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, 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 precint (Watch that)

Pop Smoke ft. Dread Woo & Travi - Defiant Mp3 lyrics

 

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