Rip Popsmoke by Mtsoneat Lyrics

Quote from the song “Rip Popsmoke” by Mtsoneat

The many strugglers
The clip lil' hunnid
They busy talkin'
They ain't not huntin'
We on the scene
Told my shooter "bust it!"
They threw this in the meal
The city on a wave
Whole city buzzin'

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Rip Popsmoke”

• Produced: Nvious
• Written: Mtsoneat
• Recorded At: Mississauga, ON
• Release Date: March 16, 2020

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Rip Popsmoke” Released in 2020

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[Verse: Mtsoneat]

The many strugglers
The clip lil' hunnid
They busy talkin'
They ain't not huntin'
We on the scene
Told my shooter "bust it!"
They threw this in the meal
The city on a wave
Whole city buzzin'

Pop a perc' just to show you I mean it
In the party, I came with the meanest
Anal beads, don't need 'em
Body bags when we see them
Got my shooter drownin' in Neiman's
Saks Fifth - gotta see 'em
I swear we breath, that boy bleedin'
Pay the charges, cause I need 'em

No windows, we ain't makin' it even
Closed casket, but you blast when we see him
I'm a crip, I wear all slat
You be the TV, don't want that
Pull up in a suburban - all black
We ain't want smoke, yeah, we want raps
Back-to-back, I'mma flip four packs
Catch yo' money on a dirty floor mat
Hop on the scene, she move "Halloween"
I got the suckee's, move off of me
Step on the scene, got a Glock on me
He ain't a shooter, play monopoly!
I just cashed-out, got the guap on me
Always talk cock, got the hot on me
Flippin' these OG's so reguly
I see an op, then he's dead to me
Flippin' no work - no pedigree

They movin' cautious
Told us get off him
But we took his life
Put him in a coffin
Opps in my Backwoods, got me coughin'
He tryna zone-off, but we hoppin'
I'm from zone 4, but we get bands often

If life was a game, then I'm out-dated
But don't get so fucked, cause the game is The Matrix
Lettin' out shots while they busy hatin'
I'm stackin' the bread, I'm changing the language
Like 2000-bread, will you be there when I need it

Four in the clip, the jacket Moncler
They busy talkin', but I do not care
They sendin' shots while I'm not there
Takin' these flights, I'm off to anywhere

[Outro]

I ain't addin' no double-verses, no adlibs, no none of that!
That's how I like my shit!
RIP to woo Popsmoke baby!
Licky sack, get me lit!