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20-year-old, Rapper pop smoke killed in home invasion


He was 20 years old and enjoying the success of his sophomore mixtape, which was released last week.

Police held a press conference about the home invasion, but did not release the rapper’s name.

Law enforcement received a call just before 5 a.m. ET (8 a.m. ET) from “someone back East” who reported that one of their friend’s homes was being broken into and that one of the suspects was armed with a handgun, said Los Angeles Police Department Capt. Steve Lurie, commanding officer of the Hollywood area.


Inside, officers found a man who had been shot. He was transported to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, where he was pronounced dead hours later, the captain said. It’s unclear who owns the house, he said.

Several people were detained and released. No arrests have been made, and the LAPD’s homicide unit is investigating the incident, Lurie said. There are several witnesses who were being questioned by police Wednesday morning.


The person who called 911 had been in contact with someone in the house. Between two and six people broke into the home, one of them wearing a mask, according to witnesses, Lurie said.

In an email, the rapper’s attorney, Peter Frankel, said neither he nor the rapper’s family “are prepared to offer a comment on the events of this morning.”


Pop Smoke was part of Brooklyn’s drill scene, popularized by Sheff G, who grew up listening to Chicago drill pioneers Chief Keef and G Herbo.

The rapper had just begun making a name for himself in the summer, with the release of his debut mixtape, “Meet the Woo,” featuring the trap-influenced anthem, “Welcome to the Party.”


The video for the song has snared more than 24 million views on YouTube, and hip-hop stars Nicki Minaj and Meek Mill dropped remixes.
“My face, my voice was everywhere, you know what I’m saying?” Pop told i-D magazine in a December interview. “I knew it was gonna be big when I started seeing my face on billboards.”
The magazine titled its piece, “Is Pop Smoke the new king of New York?” — a title generally reserved for the likes of Nas, Jay-Z and The Notorious B.I.G.


The Brooklyn-born rhymesmith had since collaborated with the likes of Quavo, Travis Scott, H.E.R., A Boogie Wit da Hoodie and Chris Brown.

Speaking to Pop’s rapid ascent in the rap game, his second mixtape, “Meet the Woo 2,” debuted last week at No. 7 on the Billboard 200 album charts. Joining him in the top 10 were Roddy Ricch, Post Malone, Lil Wayne and Billie Eilish.
Pop’s “Meet the Woo” tour was scheduled to kick off with a sold-out show in Washington, DC on March 2.


In a 2019 New York Times profile, the artist talked about his life before he found fame in the music industry. His teen years were described as “high-risk, high-reward.”
“You like nice things, you got to do things to get nice things,” he said. “At 16, I had a 5 Series (BMW).”

The up-and-coming rapper was mourned on social media by several fellow artists, including Minaj, 50 Cent and Chance the Rapper.


“The Bible tells us that jealousy is as cruel as the grave,” Minaj wrote in the caption of a photo of the rapper. “Unbelievable. Rest In Peace, Pop.”

50 Cent wrote: “R.I.P to my man Pop Smoke, No sympathy for winners. God bless him”
His record label, Republic Records, also offered its condolences on social media.

Last month, Pop was returning from Europe when he was arrested at John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York on a charge of interstate transport of a stolen vehicle.

He was accused of transporting a Rolls Royce Wraith across state lines “knowing said motor vehicle to have been stolen,” according to a federal indictment. He pleaded not guilty during his arraignment in Brooklyn and was released on $250,000 bail, said John Marzulli, a spokesman for the US Attorney’s Office for the Eastern District.


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Burna Boy mourn Pop smoke’s shocking death. {Photos}

…says he wanted him to bring him to Nigeria


Nigerian award-winning singer, Burna Boy, has revealed the receipts of his last conversation with American rapper, Pop Smoke few days ago before he was shot dead yesterday.

Pop Smoke whose real name Bashar Jackson, was at a rented home in Hollywood, Los Angeles, when two men wearing hoodies and masks entered the house and fired multiple shots. He was later rushed to the nearest hospital where he was pronounced dead.


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Meet the woo 2: Pop Smoke – War [Bonus] (ft. Lil Tjay) | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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ft. Lil Tjay

Lyrics•

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Traphouse Mob (Woo)
If I want it, I’ma grab it (Baow)
If I want it, I’ma have it (Woo, woo)
Christian Dior (Christian Dior)
I’m up in all the stores (This is a Melo beat)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it’s war
And, nigga, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it’s war
And, nigga, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
My niggas with it
Money flow, run up them digits
I know niggas mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we’ll never forget it
I ever get booked, I’m a cricket
Get it and flip it
Henny right here, I’ma sip it
You try me, it’s shots at your biscuit

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Twenty-four hip it
I’ma just twenty-four hip it ’cause bro said, “Don’t ever forget it”
Gang with me
Anywhere I pop out, know the thang with me
Every nigga in here with me gon’ bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin’ insane with me
Bodies dropping, that shit ain’t a thing to me
Smokin’ deadies, I’m rollin’ up lame niggas
Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
Clean the mission, we leavin’ remains, nigga
Strictly business, ain’t playin’ no games
Fuck all this fame, nigga
You will get flamed, nigga
Don’t you front, I got aim, nigga
I saw homis that fuck with my brain, nigga
I be feelin’ like goin’ insane, nigga
I just got me a check, now my chain bigger
You gon’ die for the stain, nigga
When you sent me the addy, I came, nigga
Only me and my main niggas
You ain’t ready for static, don’t play, nigga
We could hit you today, nigga
If you makin’ your bed, better lay, nigga
There ain’t too much to say, nigga
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it’s war
And, nigga, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it’s war
And, nigga, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it (Look)

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
I got thirty shots for any nigga who want it (Facts)
Me and Tjay, we be huntin’ (Woo)
I don’t talk much ’cause niggas know how we comin’ (Bah)
Niggas know I be dumpin’ (Grrt)
Glock 9 dumpin’ (Dumpin’)
Run, Ricky, runnin’ (Runnin’)
Blue face hundreds (Hundreds)
Know I’m the bill collector (Woo)
Pull up, what’s crackin’? Gun get to blastin’
Talk on my name and we wildin’ out
All the opps in the spliff, ashin’ (Ashin’)
Puff, puff, ain’t no passin’ (Passin’)
You gon’ end up in a casket (Casket)
‘Cause niggas know what we into (That’s a fact)
I get to drillin’, I’m sittin’, I’m killin’
I’m sinnin’ if I get the feelin’ (You will be dead)
I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos (Woo)
Sip Remy like he Papoose
Have him stay still like a statue (Statue)
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down, he a goner
Headshot, no warnin’ (Know we run down, little nigga)
It’s a man down when it’s pourin’ (Now)
Gang spin early morning
I don’t get mad, I get money (Facts)
What you lookin’ at, little dummy? (What you lookin’ at?)
I start buckin’ teeth like I’m Bunny (Blah)
And I back the Wraith out for nothin’ (Grrt)
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[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it’s war
And, nigga, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it’s war
And, nigga, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it


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Meet the woo 2: Pop Smoke – Dior (Bonus) | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Lyrics•

Huh, roll another one (aha, ha ha)
Said I’m never lackin’, always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon’ send him to heaven
Wait, wait, wait, wait, aye, aye, woo (aw, shit), huh (ha ha)
Oh you feelin’ sturdy, huh? (you feelin’ sturdy, man)
Shake some
Shake it huh, shake it huh, shake it huh
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I (err)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I (err)
When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I’m paid
Bitch, I’m a thot, get me lit
I can’t fuck with these niggas ’cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin’ dick
All in my comments and screamin’ my name
While I’m in the club
throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones

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Pop Smoke, they know I’m wildin’
If I’m on the island, I’m snatchin’ the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail
Until he free, I’m raisin’ hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin’ state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don’t come out your mouth, you know I’m like that
I’ll make a movie like TNT
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin’ in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections
All the bad bitches in my direction
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I (err)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I (err)


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Meet the woo 2: Pop Smoke – She got a thing | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Lyrics•

Uh? Woo, haha

Fuck it up (AXL, fuck it up), stick it out (Stick it out)
Throw it back (Throw it back), for these racks (For these racks)
Poke it out (Poke it out), stick it out (Stick it out)
Throw it back (Throw it back), for these riches (Grrt, bah)
She got a thing for niggas with money (Hahahaha)
She got a thing for niggas with money (Uh?)
Poke it out (Poke it out), stick it out (Stick it out), throw it back (Throw it back, uh?)

I got the baddest bitch out of the city (Woo)
She got my name on top of her titty (Uh?)
I do my dance when I get jiggy (Hah, jiggy)
I do my dance, I feel like I’m Shiggy (Shiggy, Shiggy, Shiggy)
Hit the pole, do a trick (Do a trick)
Climb on top (Climb on top), do a split (Do a split, woo)
She wanna do it on my dick (Yeah, hahaha)
Sit on my Amiris, I told her look out for the stick (Stick, stick, stick)
Baby (Baby), let me (Let me), see

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somethin’ (See somethin’), okay (Okay)
Two bad (Two bad), bitches (Bitches), goin’ (Goin’), both ways (Both ways)
Woo, she gon’ do it for these bands (Hah, do it for these bands)
She make it clap like how I do both of my hands

Fuck it up (Fuck it up), stick it out (Stick it out)
Throw it back (Throw it back), for these racks (For these racks)
Poke it out (Poke it out), stick it out (Stick it out)
Throw it back (Throw it back), for these riches (Grrt, bah)
She got a thing for niggas with money (Hahahaha)
She got a thing for niggas with money (Uh?)
Poke it out (Poke it out), stick it out (Stick it out), throw it back (Throw it back)


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Meet the woo 2: Pop Smoke – Dreaming | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Lyrics•

[Intro]
Uh?
Come on, baddie
Pull up, yo, what you doin’? (TrapHouse Mob)
Pull up, look (This is a Melo beat)
Wait, wait
Woo, yeah, yeah, that shit right there
Let me see some’ (Uh-huh)
Woo back, baby
Talk to me nice, look

[Chorus]
Perc’ 30 (Perc’), dreamin’ (Dreamin’, I’m on Cloud 9)
Know that I’m dreamin’ (Know that I’m dreamin’)
Pour a four (Pour a four, lil’ nigga), leanin’ (Leanin’)
Know that I’m leanin’ (Uh? Woo)
Walk in, thirty (Got a whole lotta bags), Neiman
I’m up in Neiman (This shit fly)
Poppy lurkin’ (Yeah, I’m lurkin’, nigga), schemin’ (Woo)
Know that I’m schemin’ (Bah)

[Verse 1]
Amiri the denims, got ninas attached
Big body Benz, I got tree in the back
Scope on the Glock and it hit like a MAC
I can’t fuck with these hoes ’cause these bitches is trash
I like my bitches classy
She suck on my balls, she nasty
She open her legs, gymnastics
She make it disappear, magic
Christian Louboutin spikes on my feet
Red bottoms when I walk in the street (Pop Smoke)
I’m the one they wanna meet (Pop Smoke)
They know I’ma bring the heat (Pop Smoke)
They wanna fuck with the team (Pop Smoke)
Bad bitches, that’s my thing (Pop Smoke)
Eleven karats on the ring (Pop Smoke)
Mike Amiri, Billie Jean

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[Chorus]
Perc’ 30 (Woo), dreamin’ (Grrt)
Know that I’m dreamin’ (Baow)
Pour a four (Uh?), leanin’ (Woo, woo)
Know that I’m leanin’ (Uh?)
Walk in, thirty (Grrt), Neiman (Bah)
I’m up in Neiman (Woo)
Poppy lurkin’ (Yeah, I’m lurkin’, nigga), schemin’ (Woo)
Know that I’m schemin’ (Woo, woo, woo, look)

[Verse 2]
Ski mask, Jason (Jason)
Glock 9, laser (Laser)
Me and my bitch chase him (Chase him)
If I don’t got it, she gon’ tase him (Tase him)
Grab him up, shake him (Shake him)
I don’t fuck with no pigs, no bacon (Bacon)
As-salāmu ‘alaykum (Woo)
All my cars paid off
Talk to the general (Woo, woo)
Niggas know I’m the boss (Baow)
These niggas need perico (Uh?)
They don’t got the sauce (Woo, woo)
You know what that Henny do (Grrt, boom)
Talk out your mind and we endin’ you
Hit your body, do a flip or two (Woo)
Know I’m a dog, I’m an animal (Grrt)

[Chorus]
Perc’ 30 (Woo), dreamin’ (Grrt)
Know that I’m dreamin’ (Baow)
Pour a four (Uh?), leanin’ (Woo, woo)
Know that I’m leanin’ (Uh?)
Walk in, thirty (Grrt), Neiman (Bah)
I’m up in Neiman (Woo)
Poppy lurkin’ (Yeah, I’m lurkin’, nigga), schemin’ (Woo)
Know that I’m schemin’ (Woo, woo, woo)


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Meet the woo 2: Pop smoke – Armed N Dangerous | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Lyrics•

Look, I’m armed and dangerous
Ain’t no, park it at the Lac
Ain’t no staining us
Keep a K with us
Please don’t play with us
Nah, we up and aiming Grrrr
Ain’t no hiding, flossy baby that’s where I be
Lymie, if you looking for me you can find me
Try me, niggas know that I’m grimy
Niggas know I’m on time and
Big body like a lineman
I know how to vibe, but know I ain’t cool
Look at me funny, bet I shoot up the room
Shoot out the coup, I let it boom
I don’t play with these niggas, never

Play with it, Niggas know I keep a K with it
It’s Lackaveli, waving it, waving it
All the apes on the loose
Ain’t no taming us, taming us
Step in the game and start changing it, changing it
Straight to your block, Tetris, bend it, bend it
All the opps want a shot, Beckham, Beckham
I don’t got the chop, Deck ’em, Deck ’em
Got some brand new chops, test em test em
It’s an opp in the spot, there he go
Over the chilling with his bitch
Point him out, where he at, Jeremi gon give the assist
6 shots, clip him, I bet I empty the clip
Pop Smoke, apeing, but I’m the spot with the whips

I’m armed and dangerous
Ain’t no, park it at the Lac
Ain’t no staining us
Keep a K with us
Please don’t play with us
Nah, we up and aiming Grrrr

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I’m in the Bugatti racing
Pacer, pacing
Gun him down, chase em
Draco, Drake em
Extendo, thirty
Perc head, dirty
808, thirty
Air it out, birdie
I keep a Smith just like Stephen A
Picante
In and out 3 different states, ducking the jakes
Free Melly Gs, Free G nice, Free Rocky out the cage

It’s big 092MLBOA, woo


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Meet the woo 2: Pop Smoke – Sweetheart (ft. Fivio Foreign) | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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ft. Fivio foreign

Lyrics•

Rico’s going crazy again

Sweetheart (Sweetheart), uh (Sweetheart)
What’s a thotty (Sweetheart), to a gangster? (Sweetheart), uh
(Sweetheart, sweetheart)
I’m wildin’ (Sweetheart), got no answers

Niggas know they gettin’ boomed (Niggas know they gettin’ boomed)
You see my face, you better move (Baow)
Bullets flyin’ through the room (Baow)
They want static, I’m in the mood
100K what I pay for the jewels
I ain’t got nothin’ to prove (I don’t)
You either win or you lose, look (Ayy)
I see an opp, he’ll be devastated, uh (Devastated)
None of them niggas ain’t never made it (They didn’t), uh (Uh)
When I do a crime, it’s premeditated, baow (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Pay attention, watch close
It’s Fivio Foreign and Pop Smoke (It is)
I see an opp and I drop four (Baow)
I see an opp and I drop four (Baow)
I’m heaven-sent (Uh), devil in me (Devil in me)
You niggas know I need extra Henny (I do)
I shoot at niggas ’cause they messin’ with me (Baow)
Police’ll never come catch up with me (Skrrt)
Uh (Uh), sweetheart

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I cannot drive, I got three cars (Ayy)
I took a Perc’ and I think smarter (Ayy)
I’m off a Perc’ (I’m off a Perc’)
When I fuck, I make it hurt (She do)
Whatever works (Whatever works)
The bitch gettin’ money, you better dig in her purse (Bitch)
I take whatever she worth (I take whatever she worth, ayy)
Ayy, I take whatever she worth (Sweetheart, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Sweetheart (Sweetheart), uh (Sweetheart)
What’s a thotty (Sweetheart), to a gangster? (Sweetheart), uh
(Sweetheart, sweetheart)
I’m wildin’ (Sweetheart), got no answers

I got an extendo on this fifty clip, shit look like a broom (Sweetheart)
When you see me, better Woo (Woo)
Or bullets start flyin’ through the room (Sweetheart)
I pop a Perc’, hold on (Uh?)
To get in the mood
And its twenty-five for the walk
I leave with like three baddies when I’m through
I spend like a hundred bands in jewels
Drippin’ like I came out the pool (Like I came out the pool, wait, wait)
I’m so exotic, like I came out the zoo (Ayy, ayy, ayy, Hold on)
Stupid bitch, do I look like a fool? (Do I look like a fool?)
I’m from New York, where they Woo (Woo)
In a two-door, I shot out the coupe

Sweetheart (Sweetheart), uh (Sweetheart)
What’s a thotty (Sweetheart), to a gangster? (Sweetheart), uh
(Sweetheart, sweetheart)
I’m wildin’ (Sweetheart), got no answers


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Meet the woo 2: Pop Smoke – Foreigner (ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie) | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Lyrics

Uh?
808Melo
Traphouse Mob (Woo)
This is a Melo Beat (It’s Big 092MLBOA)

Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh?)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner

My bitch a foreigner and she love to fuck
She suck it up, make her fall in love
Put that on her tongue, Perky on her tongue
She do the walks for us (Walk that shit), make her one of us
The gas that I’m smokin’ potent
Ice on my neck snowin’
I’m dark skin, glowin’
Off the Perky, I’m rollin’
Valet, park it
I’m screamin’, I’m barkin’

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They like, “Poppy, why you startin’?”
Pop a Perc’, go retarded (Woo)
They know I’m wildin’ and I need that respect
Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes
Pop Smoke, niggas know I’m up next
Drac’ keep on shootin’ until it’s none left
I’m 823, yeah, I throw up the set
Twenty years old, but I move like the vet
You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
Nigga, ’cause you could get left
Your bitch is a foreigner, huh?
I fuck her and pass her
Show her the difference between a dog and a master
Lamborghini truck, floorin’
Got your bitch in the back whorin’
She like, “Papi, I adore you”
I’m like, “Baby, I ain’t normal,” rrr

Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh?)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner

Hoodie on, it get scary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Christian Dior I need more
Don’t do Saint Laurent anymore
Yeah, na-na-na, let it off
Yeah, let’s go
Yeah, forty-five in my drawers
And they say I sound like a dog, hah
On God, I meant fraud
I was in all the stores
I bought every Hermes scarf, yeah
Do you feel me?
Thousand pair of Mike Amiris
But I still need more
I could go on and on, yeah
I ain’t even gotta talk, yeah
Chopper go na-na-na
Hoodie on with a semi
Young nigga with a Richie
Young nigga with a Richie
The Richie the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy
Headshot, that’s a jimmy
Big dawg in my city
Kill a opp in this bitch
Red dot to her titty, yeah

Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh?)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner


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Meet the woo 2: Pop Smoke – Christopher walking | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Lyrics•

[Chorus]
(Woo), niggas sayin’ they outside (Oh, haha)
Niggas sayin’ they outside (Woo, come outside)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide)
Air it out when we arrive (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Poppin’ that shit, but they don’t want the smoke (Nah, niggas don’t want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck, so I’m grabbin’ that bitch by the throat (Grr)
Niggas sayin’ they outside (They’re outside)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide)

[Verse 1]
Heard he was talkin’, but he never jumped out the stu’ (He never jumped out the stu’)
Think that it’s sweet ’til I pull up and pop out and shoot (Pop out and shoot)
And they say I got the juice (Yeah, yeah)
I bought the Dior, Dior, now that’s all I rock for the shoes, ayy
Porsche niggas, hot boy, you ain’t in the field, you a top boy
We gon’ tie that boy up like a cowboy
I’m the one that they envy like Calboy (Huh?)
Broke bitches ain’t allowed (They not allowed)
She wanna fuck with a real one when real niggas back in style (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t no window shopper, your man out here window shoppin’ (Yeah)
I be in all the stores, and no, we ain’t window shoppin’ (Woo)
She throw it back ’cause I’m poppin’ (Woo)
I’m makin’ plays with her, we run it back like a option (Yeah)

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[Chorus]
(Woo), niggas sayin’ they outside (Oh, haha)
Niggas sayin’ they outside (Woo, come outside)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide)
Air it out when we arrive (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Poppin’ that shit, but they don’t want the smoke (Nah, niggas don’t want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck, so I’m grabbin’ that bitch by the throat (Grr)
Niggas sayin’ they outside (They’re outside)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide)

[Verse 2]
Just ’cause I dance, don’t think I’m pussy, don’t make me pull up with the stick (Woo, stick, stick)
I got a Louis V bag to match with the ‘fit (Louis V, Louis V, Louis)
VVS-1’s on my wrist (Ice, ice, ice)
All this water on me, I got water for me and my bitch (Huh, me and my bitch)
Drownin’ (Drownin’), flooded (Flooded)
They told me the price, I said, “Fuck it” (Fuck it)
I spent it all with no budget (Budget)
If it ain’t a hundred, I ain’t budgin’ (Uh? Are you dumb?)
I made like two hundred in London (Baow)
You out here gassin’ these bitches, you pumpin’ shit up like you Budden (Baow, baow, baow)
If I see an opp, I’ma throw out the car (Grr)
I’m at the crib with your bitch, she came with a dress, she left with no drawers (Uh? Left with no drawers)
She love how I talk (She love how I talk)
She know that papi outside, she know I’m the king of New York (Grr)

[Chorus]
(Woo), niggas sayin’ they outside (Oh, haha)
Niggas sayin’ they outside (Woo, come outside)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide)
Air it out when we arrive (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Poppin’ that shit, but they don’t want the smoke (Nah, niggas don’t want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck, so I’m grabbin’ that bitch by the throat (Grr)
Niggas sayin’ they outside (They’re outside)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide)


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Meet the woo 2: Pop Smoke – Get Back | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Traphouse Mob
Yoz, what you tellin’ me? (Yeah)
What you tellin’ me? Yeah
I got Snacks to the right of me
I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait
Woo
Look, look
Ayy, what up?
Hold on, what they talkin’ ’bout? Hey, what them folks talkin’ ’bout?
Huh, look, huh

Buddy gon’ grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that
Send shots, make ’em get back
All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff
My niggas ain’t into that
Nigga be talkin’ hot, but he ain’t on shit (Woo)
I got like fifty rounds up in this clip
If I go to jail, nigga, I’ll plead the Fifth (Uh?)
‘Cause mommy still gon’ love her kid
Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?

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I’m like nigga, fuck the pigs
The judge like, “Why you actin’ like a dick?”
I said, “I’m movin’ like I’m Steven Vic”
My lawyer like, “Poppy, why you brazen?”
I said, “I pop a Perc’ and feel amazin'”
I shoot for the stars, I’m a foundation, huh
Look at the money I’m raisin’
She wanna fuck, hold on
She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment
She get dick and edible arrangements
That’s the only form of payment
Shawty a snack
And after I snack, I’ma blow out her back
She like, “Poppy, you so crazy,” huh
I told her, “Wine on me, baby” (Woah)
She want a star
She wanna fuck ’cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, ain’t hittin’ ’em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore (Grrt)
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at (Woo)
She goin’ all gas, no chit-chit (Ayy)
She goin’ all gas, no chit-chit
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum (Woo)
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt)
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his blunt, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb)
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (Baow)
Fuck what they say, they know that I’m gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)


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Meet the woo: Pop Smoke – Invincible | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Lyrics•

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I said I feel invincible
(Yoz, what you tellin’ me?)
They like, “Poppy, what you gettin’ to?” (To, to)
I pop a Perc’, go retarded, wait
Haha, hahaha
Yeah (Ahaha), yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, yeah (To, to, grrt, grrt)
Yeah, yeah

I said I feel invincible (Huh)
It’s a hundred n—– in the spot
I’m walkin’ through ’em (I’m walkin’ through ’em)
It’s eighty-five just to walk on
I don’t talk to these n—– (Nah)
‘Cause a lot of these n—– be corny (Corny)
I’m feeling h—- (I’m feeling h—-)
And I shoot like Robert Horry (Horry)
I’m off this percolator s— (Woo)
I got a percolated b—- (Percolated b—-)
I give her this percolated d— (Yeah)
I show her these percolated tricks
Pop Smoke, they know who run the city
Pop Smoke, n—-, you can ask Diddy
Pop Smoke bust up a Citi or TD
Pop Smoke goin’ fifty for fifty

I pop a Perc’, go retarded, then shoot up the party, then change the artillery
Energy

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I’m givin’ nothin’ but energy
I give her Perky and Hennessy
I give two shots to the enemy, hope he remember me
What the f— a n—- tellin’ me?
I spent two hundred fifty on my wrist
I spent two hundred fifty on my b—-
Double G, n—– know I’m a threat
Walk in the spot and turn everybody Crip
DJ Clue, my n—- f— with the Woos
Tell SpinKing to play it back (Back)
While the Woos throw the bag
They know I’m shootin’ for the stars
Aimin’ for the moon (Moon)
I shoot at any opp (Opp)
‘Cause n—– know I’m Woo (Woo)
Send that n—- to the medic
Everything raw, no edit
Pop Smoke did it

I said, “I feel invincible” (Huh)
It’s a hundred n—– in the spot
I’m walkin’ through ’em (I’m walkin’ through ’em)
It’s eighty-five just to walk on
I don’t talk to these n—– (Nah)
‘Cause a lot of these n—– be corny (Corny)
I’m feeling h—- (I’m feeling h—-)
And I shoot like Robert Horry (Horry)
I’m off this percolator s— (Woo)
I got a percolated b—- (Percolated b—-)
I give her this percolated d— (Yeah)
I show her these percolated tricks
Pop Smoke, they know who run the city
Pop Smoke, n—-, you can ask Diddy
Pop Smoke bust up a Citi or TD
Pop Smoke goin’ fifty for fifty


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Meet the woo: Pop Smoke – Mannequin (ft. Lil Tjay) | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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ft. Lil Tjay

Lyrics•

Pop Smoke:]
TrapHouseLive
Huh (Woo), what’s rockin’ cause (Woo, woo, woo, bah)
AXL Beats, this is a Melo Beat (Bah, bah, bah)

Look, Dior on my body
Head to toe like a mannequin
Amiri denim got them panickin
I pour a four in my phantom
And put opps in a foreign
Then we shootin up the phantom
Dior on my body
Head to toe like a mannequin
Amiri denim got them panickin
I pour a four in my phantom
And put opps in the foreign
Then we shootin up the phantom

[Lil Tjay:]
Big glock up on my hip
That mean I don’t never slip
Run up on me Imma whack a nigga, clap a nigga, scared off in the whip
She foreign, she the drip
Fifty five hundred the fit
55k on my wrist
I’m tired of jacking, my money legit

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[Pop Smoke:]
Trav got the Eurus, Boy got the Hurricane
I got the Royce and all of them paid
I’m from the floss, I’m a double G, and I’m known for puttin in pain
I spent fifty on my left wrist, another hundred on a chain
Tryna reach, and we takin shots close range

[Lil Tjay:]
Bow! Bang! Hit his brain
Catch me an opp Imma treat em and beat em and show him he lame
I lost my brother shit won’t be the same
Ever since then I been goin insane
Do it for Smenny I do it for game
If these niggas want it I’m showing my pain

[Pop Smoke:]
Big Louis Vuitton for the steppin
Big thirty eight for a weapon
And I catch a case for nothing
I back the wraith for nothin
Gas em up, Getty, rock steady rock steady
Shots hit your belly, rush back, I’m big daddy

[Lil Tjay:]
Checks, Chevy,
Swing a b oh yeah we ready
RIP the fallen soldiers
Screamin free my nigga Melly
Violent shit been on my mind
Smokin dope I’m gettin deady
Lotta pressures on my shoulders
Steady movin’ but it’s heavy
I was posted by the deli
I didn’t mean to get it early mornin’ I was ready
Think I fell in love with Fetty
She give super neck think I fell in love with Fetty
Stop hatin let’s forget it
I didn’t even mean to say it but I’m bein’ petty
20/20 vision steady
You know I ain’ finna hedge you

[Pop Smoke:]
Dior on my body
Head to toe like a mannequin
Amiri denim got them panickin
I pour a four in my phantom
And put opps in a foreign
Then we shootin up the phantom
Dior on my body
Head to toe like a mannequin
Amiri denim got them panickin
I pour a four in my phantom
And put opps in the foreign
Then we shootin up the phantom


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Meet the woo: Pop Smoke – Element | Lyrics >> N.Rs

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Lyrics•

[Chorus]
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I’m steppin’ in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell ’em send ’em in
I had the Lambo’, switch to the ‘Rari
I’m a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, I’m cold-hearted

[Verse]
That’s why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, “Wow, I’m on the TV”
I can’t fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin’ up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin’ off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once ’cause they be leeches

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But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don’t need it
I’d rather have my money green like kiwi
I don’t talk to niggas ’cause they be cappin’
Disrespect me and see what happen
I don’t make a call for war, I start snappin’
Grr, them bullets blastin’
All the opps mad that I lapped them
He said, “What’s stackin’?” Nothin’ but my money
‘Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain’t a pretty boy, but I ain’t ugly
And I’ll take your bitch in a second
If she a real one, then I’ll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it’s all VVS and flower settings

[Chorus]
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I’m steppin’ in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell ’em send ’em in
I had the Lambo’, switch to the ‘Rari
I’m a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, I’m cold-hearted

[Outro]
Yoz, what you tellin’ me?


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[Album] Pop Smoke – Meet The Woo V2 | Mp3 Tracklists

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Mp3 Tracklists

° Pop Smoke — Invincible.
° Pop Smoke — Shake The Room ft. Quavo.
° Pop Smoke — Get Back.
° Pop Smoke — Christopher Walking.
° Pop Smoke — Foreigner ft. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie.
° Pop Smoke — Sweetheart ft. Fivio Foreign.
° Pop Smoke — Element.
° Pop Smoke — Armed N Dangerous (Charlie Sloth Freestyle).
° Pop Smoke — Mannequin ft. Lil Tjay.
° Pop Smoke — Dreaming.
° Pop Smoke — She Got A Thing.
° Pop Smoke — Dior (Bonus).
° Pop Smoke — War (Bonus) ft. Lil Tjay


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[Album] Pop Smoke – Meet The Woo 2 | Audio Videos

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° Shake the room ft. Quavo

° Get back

° Christopher walking

° Invicible

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° Foreigner ft. A boogie wit da hoodie

° Sweetheart ft. Fivio foreign

° Element

° Armed N Dangerous

° Mannequin ft. Lil tjay

° Dreaming

° She got a thing


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Pop Smoke – Shake the room (ft. Quavo) | Mp3 Download & Lyrics >> N.Rs


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ft. Quavo

Lyrics•

Woo!
Woo!
I bet I shake the room
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Go ‘head and shake the room
Go ‘head and shake the room (Shake it!)
I bet I shake the room
Wait
(Go) Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt)
Go ‘head and shake the room
Go ‘head and shake the room (Shake it!)
I bet I shake the room

Uh, Quavo
How bout I shake the room? (How ’bout I shake the room?)
Chop gon’ sweep the broom
Everybody runnin’ and duckin I’m clearing the room
Shoot one time seeing double time like you on shrooms (Shoot, shoot)
On the other line it’s a facetime say a nigga on the news (Brrrrt)
We bout to shake in this bitch (Shake)
Frosted flake on the wrist (Ice)
The gang ain’t playin that shit
In New York I gotta shake in this bitch
Shake, shake, shake, shake (Shake it up)
Peel back ya toupée (Peel it back)
Money move the conversate (Money)
Put em up on the plate (Put ’em up)
Baby shakin in the waist (She shakin’)
Hit the flashlight to see her face (Flash)
And she lookin like a snack (Cutie)
Birkin bag on the way (Woo)

I bet I shake the room
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
Go ‘head and shake the room
Go ‘head and shake the room (Shake it!)
I bet I shake the room
Wait
(Go!) Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt)
Go ‘head and shake the room
Go ‘head and shake the room (Shake it!)
I bet I shake the room

Baby, baby
Shake it, shake it
I pop a perc feel amazing
Straight Henny, no chaser
Niggas be talkin hot till they get burned
I don’t fuck with niggas cus these niggas be shine
Lil’ niggas stay in ya place wait for ya turn
Respect ain’t given nigga its earned
In the Bugatti (Woo!)
5719 with baguettes
Flag in the air
Hold on, breath, breath, breath
In a LaFerrari, can’t rent this
With a brown lil thing, Reeses
Steven Victor in a Pista
Dior got no creases
Art gallery (Art gallery)
6.1 for the painting
George Condo
Cost more than your condo
Wait

I bet I shake the room
Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
Go ‘head and shake the room
Go ‘head and shake the room (Shake it!)
I bet I shake the room
Wait
(Go) Swerve (Skrrt, skrrt)
Go ‘head and shake the room
Go ‘head and shake the room
I bet I shake the room



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