Pop Smoke – Run Down

Run Down Lyrics
Pop Smoke – Run Down Lyrics

Intro: Pop Smoke
That boy comin’ live, cuh
Look, bah, grrt, woo
Hold up, yeah, woo

Chorus: Pop Smoke
Look, see them hatin’ ass niggas talkin’, tell ‘em, niggas, stop it (Yeah, look)
Woo back, baby, run down, chase ’em (Yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (Woo), boy, I’m dangerous (Yeah)
I’m in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (Woo)
Everything is updated (Look)

Verse 1: Pop Smoke
Soon as folk see my mans, so I’m droppin’ the rakes
I ain’t gon’ stop until a body drop and I can’t wait to see that day (Woo)
In my Ruth’s Chris from Chick-Fil-A and a fifty-cent cake (Woo)
Now it’s Mastro’s for the steak (Mastro’s for the steak)
Yeah, I grew up in the hood (Hood) so please don’t judge me by my ways
Hands down, look, if I see a opp, it’s a man down (Bah)
Hold on (Hold on), wait (Wait), I ain’t never need a handout
(Yeah)
They know my body, when the Woos in the spot, all the opps ran out (Woo)

Chorus: Pop Smoke
Look, see them hatin’ ass niggas talkin’, tell ‘em, niggas, stop it (Yeah, look)
Woo back, baby, run down, chase ‘em (Yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (Woo), boy, I’m dangerous (Yeah)
I’m in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (Woo)
Everything is updated
Verse 2: OnPointLikeOP
A thousand ways to get paid (You know), 1090 be exact (Ha)
And I’m so stuck in my ways (Ways), that my bros steady movin’ tact
Hold on, hold on, uppin’ the rake you get rolled on (What?)
So many opps, so many shots, I don’t know who we gon’ roll on (What?)
Slide through, servin’ these niggas like drive-thrus
Red flag on, bangin’ on niggas, yeah, I’m feelin’ like Ryu (Suu Whoop)
Try who? Pussy niggas gon’ try who? (What?)
Ran through a hunnid, niggas been a hunnid
Call up wthe Woos, they gon’ slide through (Woo)

Chorus: Pop Smoke
Look, talkin’, tell ‘em, niggas, stop it (Yeah, look)
Woo back, baby, (Woo) run down, chase ‘em (Yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (Woo), boy, I’m dangerous (Woo)
I’m in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (Bah)
Huh, everything is updated (Grrt)

Verse 3: G Herbo
Ayy, ayy, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, EBK
Move over, now it’s gang in the place
You can’t ID, all he saw was flames in his face
And the IG gettin’ opps carried away, now the graveyard’s runnin’ out of space, ayy
.45 like Amazon Prime, put a nigga in the air in a day
I’m in that Rolls Cullinan
Touch right there in the doors, comin’ in
Smokin’ Za’, we got O’s bomin’ in
Foenem always got hoes, comin’ in (Whew)
Chain make ‘em say “Woo” like Pop Smoke
And I fuck with the Woo, R.I.P Pop Smoke
OP from the Floss, my vato, G Herbo
Chorus: Pop Smoke
Look, talkin’, tell ‘em, niggas, stop it (Yeah, look)
Woo back, baby, run down, chase ‘em (Yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (Woo), boy, I’m dangerous (Yeah)
I’m in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (Woo)
Everything is updated (Brrt)
Look, Woo back, baby, run down, chase ‘em (Yeah, bah)
Off the Perky (Woo), boy, I’m dangerous (Yeah)
I’m in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (Woo)
Everything is updated (Brrt)

Pop Smoke

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