Pop Smoke – Christopher Walking Lyrics

Pop Smoke – Christopher Walking Lyrics

N**gas sayin’ they outside
N**gas sayin’ they outside
Send the addy, we gon’ slide
Air it out when we arrive

Poppin’ that s**t
But they don’t want the smoke
She like it rough when we f**k
So I’m grabbin’ that b**ch by the throat
N**gas sayin’ they outside
Send the addy, we gon’ slide

Heard he was talkin’
But he never jumped off the stoop
Take down the streets
Then I turn pull up and hop out and shoot
And they say I got the juice
I bought the Dior, Dior
Now that’s all that I rock from the shoes

Porsche n**gas, 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

Broke b**ches ain’t allowed
She wanna f**k with a real one
But real n**gas back in style
I ain’t no window shopper
Your man out here window shoppin’
I be in all the stores
And no, we ain’t window shoppin’
She throw it back ’cause I’m poppin’
I’m makin’ plays with the
We run it back like an option

N**gas sayin’ they outside
N**gas sayin’ they outside
Send the addy, we gon’ slide
Air it out when we arrive

Poppin’ that s**t
But they don’t want the smoke
She like it rough when we f**k
So I’m grabbin’ that b**ch by the throat
N**gas sayin’ they outside
Send the addy, we gon’ slide

Just ’cause I dance, don’t think I’m p**sy
Don’t make me pull up with the stick
I got a Louis V bag to match with the fit
VVS ones on my wrist
All this water on me
I got water for me and my b**ch

Drownin’, flooded
They told me the price, I said, f**k it
I spend it all with no budget
If it ain’t a hunnid, I ain’t budgin’
I made like two hunnid in London
You out here gassin’ these b**ches
You pumpin’ s**t up like you Budden

If I see a opp I’ma throw out the car
I’m at the crib with your b**ch
She came with a dress
She left with no drawers
She love how I talk
She know that Papi outside
She know I’m the King of New York

N**gas sayin’ they outside
N**gas sayin’ they outside
Send the addy, we gon’ slide
Air it out when we arrive

Poppin’ that s**t
But they don’t want the smoke
She like it rough when we f**k
So I’m grabbin’ that b**ch by the throat
N**gas sayin’ they outside
Send the addy, we gon’ slide