Lyrics: Pop Smoke – Woo Year Lyrics
Pop Smoke – Woo Year Lyrics Pop Smoke – Woo Year Lyrics: [Intro: Pop Smoke] (287, bruh, you got it) CashMoneyAP (Yeah) (Fuck outta here) Talkin’ whole new wave (Yeah), no cap (Yeah) (Stop it) Yeah, ahaha (Kio) Yeah [Chorus: Pop Smoke] She fell in love with the bag, uh So designer Yeah, she fell…
Pop Smoke – Woo Year Lyrics
Pop Smoke – Woo Year Lyrics: [Intro: Pop Smoke]
(287, bruh, you got it) CashMoneyAP (Yeah)
(Fuck outta here) Talkin’ whole new wave (Yeah), no cap (Yeah)
(Stop it) Yeah, ahaha (Kio)
Yeah
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She fell in love with the bag, uh
So designer
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag (Hahahaha)
Diamond cuts, oh
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
I’m up now, I’m up next
I tell you the AP, four Pateks
Twenty years, movin’ like a vet’
G4 when I hop on the jet
I bought Richard Mille with baguettes
I emptied the clip until they turn left
No ID, call collect
When they see me, you know I’m that nigga
She wanna hop on a plane with that nigga
She wanna go switch lanes with that nigga
She wanna skrrt, skrrt, skrrt with that nigga, oh
Take flights overseas, uh, I’m just by my breezy
I could care less ’bout a treesha, paint her face, Mona Lisa
I sold that cocaina to buy them brand new sneakers
Hunnid K a feature, now I could fuck my teacher
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Dread Woo]
She fell in love with the bag, uh
So designer
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag
Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh
[Verse 2: Dread Woo & Pop Smoke]
She fell in love with the, she fell in love with the woo (Woo)
She be down when it’s me and my boo
Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room
(Woo) Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room
No reservations, I’m pickin’, I choose (Uh, uh)
I keep the stick and you know I’m the shooter
Die if you with me and he totin’ the Ruger
She fell in love with the bag
She throwin’ it back and I’m slappin’ her ass
288 and I’m doin’ the dash
Amiri, the denim, Louis V on my ass
Lil’ treesha, my body (Racks), I’m smokin’ the gas
I do what I want (Skrrt), had to skrrt from the class
Bad bitch, treesha, RJ, hop out, leavin’
Them blocks, speedin’ (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, baow)
TG, bleedin’, skinnin’, readin’ (Skinnin’, skinnin’, readin’, readin’)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Dread Woo]
She fell in love with the bag, uh
So designer
Yeah, she fell in love with the bag
Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh
