PnB Rock - Ordinary lyrics

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PnB Rock - Ordinary lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock] Rico's going crazy again PnB, Pop Smoke don't give no fu*ks ni**a, check the scoreboard, b*tch, 'cause we up [Chorus: Pop Smoke] I threw an opp pack in the air in my McLaren (Woo) I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) I'm dripped in VLONE, that's what I'm wearin' (Woo) Chain cost a kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo) I threw an opp pack in the air in my McLaren (Woo) I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) I'm dripped in VLONE, that's what I'm wearin' (Woo) Chain cost a kilo, ain't ordinary, look (Woo) [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] Life is short, I don't wanna go to court (Woo) Hop in my Porsche, dripped in VLONE (Woo) Teddy Brukshot, give that boy a one-shot (Woo) Laser, ain't no dot, tag him with a square (Woo) Tell that boy he Crip, uh, one in the head (Woo) Send shots at his head, bet that boy won't live (Woo) I don't give a fu*k 'cause all my friends is dead (Woo) So I just stack my paper, Glock 9 hold a laser (Woo) She came from Alabama, and hit like nine-eleven (Woo) Treesh at my crib 8:45, she out by 9:11 (Woo) She got like hella bodies, I'm always percolated (Woo) And I won't miss a payment, I'm so sophisticated (Woo) In black like I'm an Oakland Raider, tell her work, Rihanna Call Batman, I'm robbin', 40K to do a show up in Ali Baba If I call Ace, he gon' throw you off the stage in his Cartiers (Woo) [Chorus: Pop Smoke] I threw an opp pack in the air in my McLaren (Woo) I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) I'm dripped in VLONE, that's what I'm wearin' (Woo) Chain cost a kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo) I threw an opp pack in the air in my McLaren (Woo) I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) I'm dripped in VLONE, that's what I'm wearin' (Woo) Chain cost a kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo) [Verse 2: PnB Rock] Oh yeah We just upped the score today, yeah, we just dropped two more today We do this sh*t like it's ordinary, I swear I can't wait 'til some more get buried Hold on, what's that? BD, rush that Opps tried to score but that sh*t was a touchback Spin the block, turn that ni**a into a dust pack Heard he had the glizzy but ain't get to bust that Oh goddamn, that's tragic, we makin' sh*t disappear like magic (Poof) Just hit a lick with a bad b*tch, she threw the oop on one of these rappers She said they in the hotel lacking, one thing about her, she don't do no cappin' So I send Seal and Bron, they run in your sh*t and I don't know what happened (Give me that sh*t, ni**a) Brrt, VLONE on me, drip She all on my dick, she wanna fu*k 'cause I'm lit (I'm lit) I know some b*tches that play with them pieces, they came in this b*tch with they own bodies (They got it) We throwing money in the air, this ain't even the strip club, but we all wildin' (We wildin') [Chorus: Pop Smoke] I threw an opp pack in the air in my McLaren (Woo) I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) I'm dripped in VLONE, that's what I'm wearin' (Woo) Chain cost a kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo) I threw an opp pack in the air in my McLaren (Woo) I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo) I'm dripped in VLONE, that's what I'm wearin' (Woo) Chain cost a kilo, ain't ordinary (Woo)