Pop Smoke - Defiant lyrics

[Intro: Dread Woo] Grrt, pow, pow, pow Free the fu*kin' members, ni**a RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz All o' them, ni**a Don't fu*k around, ni**a Woo, woo, grrah, grrah Big 092, look, woo [Chorus: Dread Woo] Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brrrr, pow) Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct I'm with the demons, no hiding, we seeking (Brr) Send that boy up catch the flight on the weekend Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creeping (Woo) Brady, look, gang [Verse 1: Dread Woo] It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else 'Cause that'd be an extra witness Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest No this ain't Planet Fitness I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (Woo, woo) And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check and make 'em see it drop (Yeah, yeah) And she drive the boat (Drive), dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (Shake it) Ask your girl I'm the goat (Facts), can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (Woo) b*tch it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (Woo, yeah) Tell 'em get back (Woo) He getting flipped, thought it was a pack (Hold on, facts) He ain't make it back (Uh) I call up Shank you know he move, attack (Woo, burner) Toting on a strap (Woo) Who these ni**as dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow) Huh, yo Pop them ni**as cap (Cap) [Interlude: Dread Woo & Pop Smoke] Yo Pop what the fu*k is crackin' my ni**a? I see you Hold on, hahaha, goin' crazy here Hold on, woo [Verse 2: Pop Smoke] Look, I'm like, "Who that ni**a?" (Who that ni**a?) Talkin' 'bout "What's stackin', what the fu*k is up?" Huh? He ain't one of us You lookin' dirty ni**a, you ain't one of us, nah I come from the bottom where ni**as keep Ninas tucked (Huh, brrt, brrt) We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (Get that ni**a) I pass Dafi the chop,, that's a give an' go (Woo, baow) Keep five stones in his head like a mineral He put pep at his head like a Mento (Brrt) .38 punching like Kimbo (Grrt, pow, pow, pow) When you talkin' to me, b*tch remember I'm a giant (Giant) I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (Huh) A hater stealer and a liar (Facts) But in the jungle I'm a lion (Rrr) Now they see me on a flyer (Brr, brr) They like "Papi on fire" (Fire) I really just bought the new LaFerrari RD like "Send me the wire" (Woo, woo) [Interlude: Dread Woo] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, baow, haha, woo, woo [Chorus: Dread Woo] Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brr, nah, pow) Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct [Verse 3: TRAVI] ni**as watchin' like the Rollie (Watch that) Switch the VIN on the Stoley Same ni**a to the grave Gotta watch them, Mille topless Got the white like Milonakis I'm in traffic, say "What's rockin'" You hear me? fu*k, ready Try to shake a wave off a BO Shorty shaped like she Creole It's fu*k a parole, fu*k a CO I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole I'm back uptown with the papis More white than a Nazi Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (What) No time for no limelight And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night fu*k them ni**as on the other side Only friend I got, he a dead guy If you talk about him then the lead (Fly) ni**as they act like they know me, huh Two fours on 'em like Kobe Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili Yeah Trav' always tweaking I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense I'm preein' these ni**as, the way that they envy Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stacking plenty Foreign b*tches giving minds in a Bentley Been trapping all day, man I just hit a ten-piece fu*k a Uber, threw that b*tch in the renty (Woo) [Chorus: Dread Woo] Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brr, pow) Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (Watch that)