Pop Smoke – Make It Rain ft. Rowdy Rebel

FREE ROWDY

Pop smoke x Ariana Grande 🔥🔥🔥🔥https://youtu.be/hPivtnp1gk8

Imagine if there is a concert with pop smoke in fortnite

Sad that none of LA Crips didn't help this man…

The beat tho 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

Why that statute look like 50 cent

Just why would you kill a man like this he was just getting started.

Apparently Fivio and pop smoke used live across the street from bobby and rowdy

I thought he was saying "I make it rain on whoever, I make it rain on woo-ever" lmao

Hurricane Isaias is just Pop Smoke thanking us for the support and album| this is was the very first warning that the album was coming out ⚠️😈

This song is fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

He was really in his fucking birkin 💼

Dread Woo, nigga, fuck nigga
Fuck is wrong with niggas? Niggas don't really be on shit
(Beat by Yamaica productions, baby)
Niggas gonna be fuckin' broke, nigga
'09 to the fuckin' swish, nigga
We see niggas in traffic, nigga
Then Ricky run, nigga, yeah
Suck my dick, nigga
To all the fuckin' opps (you know the vibes, like)
You know what's up, nigga, gang (don't fuck around)

Look
I make it rain on whoever (uh)
I make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (uh)
I make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (grrt)

I can't fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred (nah)
Trap phone keep jumpin' (uh)
Until the fiends don't want it (want it)
Tell Drell to keep drummin' (drummin')
Tell Dread keep dumpin' (grrt)
Run, Ricky, he runnin' (grrt), run, Ricky, he runnin', look (woo)
Gas in the air (uh), you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run 'em over, big wheel in the ocean (uh)
Everything icy (rose gold), three carats in the pointer

Look, ain't no apology
These niggas doubted me, I keep a pole tucked (know it)
Run up, catch a cold cut (grrt)
Put his head on his shoulder (bah)
Got the guns in the sofa (sofa)
Nigga, what's the commotion? ('Motion)
Put the guns in a holster (uh)
'Til they smokin' with the soldiers (woo)
Then I'm back in the deep end (uh)
Trap, trap all season (season)
Trap open on the weekends (weekends)
Niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin' (eatin')
And I'm in the flossy (flossy)
Where we stay reckless
Twenty-five on the left wrist (uh)
Spent twenty-five on the necklace (I see it)
Have your mama like, "Whoa, there go Pop Smoke" (let's get it)
Know the opps can't stand me (woo)
Rolls Royce, no Camry (woo)
Or skrrt off in the Panny (uh)
Hoodie on, duckin' cameras (cameras)
If my opps in the foreign (uh)
Then we shootin' up the Phantom (grrt)
Know I'm outside (uh), and I keep a pole (yeah)
And I'm on the roads (uh), 30K a show (uh)
Get it in between (haha), get it any means (for sure)
Amiri for the jeans (I'm talkin' my shit), let a nigga run (uh)

I make it rain on whoever (uh)
I make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (uh)
I make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (grrt)

I can't fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred (nah)
Trap phone keep jumpin' (jumpin')
Until the fiends don't want it (want it)
Tell Drell keep drummin'
Tell Dread keep dumpin'
Run, Ricky, he runnin', run, Ricky, he runnin', look
Gas in the air, you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop smoke run 'em over, big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy, three carats in the pointer (rose gold)

I got the call behind the wall that it's still lit, then fuck it
I told Fetty go and up it
My niggas ain't talkin', they dumpin'
I treat his face like Busta Rhymes, why you say that? I touch it
Then I threw the grip inside of the toilet with no remorse and flushed it
Why niggas still bluffin? I still haven't seen nothin' (where he at?)
My chain hang, don't tuck it, I touch down, I'm bustin'
Tell the label I need five M's, if not, I ain't signing nothin'
'Cause I'm on a flight with a Russian, getting head, concussion
And niggas saying that it's lit, real shit, it's nothin'
'Cause I'm in the Wraith with your bitch, gettin' lit, stuntin'
Ball out in any weather, shit on Rowdy, you could never
Go and grab your umbrella, 'cause we make it rain on whoever
Baow, we make it rain on whoever
(Grrt, grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow-baow)

Look, I make it rain on whoever (uh)
I make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (uh)
I make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
Bitch, I'm a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (grrt)

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pop smoke in a rover
pop smoke in a coffin
woo life is over
yuh

Merci yvick

This goes so fucking hard

I wish Pop Smoke had another chance to live

NEW MUSIC ALERT 🚨🚨🚨
https://youtu.be/Nr6PIpvmqL0
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Yo this nigga dissed Coka second time tho he does this shit Nd well the last not trying to implied anything

Intro: Dread Woo & Pop Smoke]
Dread Woo, nigga, the fuck, nigga?
Fuck is wrong with niggas?
Niggas don’t really be on shit (Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Niggas really be fuckin’ broke, nigga
09 to the fuckin’ Swish, nigga
We see niggas in traffic, nigga
Then Ricky run, nigga, yeah
Suck my dick, nigga
To all the fuckin’ opps (They know the vibes, nigga)
You know what’s up, nigga, gang (Don’t fuck around)
(Woo), look

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred (Nah)
Trap phone keep jumpin’ (Uh)
Until the fiends don’t want it (Want it)
Tell Drell keep drummin’ (Drummin’)
Tell Dread keep dumpin’ (Grrt)
Run, Ricky, he runnin’ (Grrt), run, Ricky, he runnin’, look (Woo)
Gas in the air (Uh), you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run ’em over, big wheel in the ocean (Uh)
Everything icy (Rose gold), three carats in the pointer

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look, ain’t no apology
These niggas doubted me, I keep a pole tucked (Know it)
Run up, catch a cold cut (Grrt)
Put his head on his shoulder (Bah)
Got the guns in the sofa (Sofa)
Nigga, what’s the commotion? (‘Motion)
Put the guns in a holster (Uh)
‘Til they smokin’ with the soldiers (Woo)
Then I’m back in the deep end (Uh)
Trap, trap all season (Season)
Trap open on the weekends (Weekends)
Niggas mad ’cause I’m eatin’ (Eatin’)
And I’m in the flossy (Flossy)
Where we stay reckless
Twenty-five on the left wrist (Uh)
Spent twenty-five on the necklace (I see it)
Have your mama like, “Woah, there go Pop Smoke” (Let’s get it)
Know the opps can’t stand me (Woo)
Rolls Royce, no Camry (Woo)
Or skrrt off in the Panny (Uh)
Hoodie on, duckin’ cameras (Cameras)
If my opps in the foreign (Uh)
Then we shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)
Know I’m outside (Uh), and I keep a pole (Yeah)
And I’m on the roads (Uh), 30K a show (Uh)
Get it in between (Haha), get it any means (For sure)
Amiri for the jeans (I’m talkin’ my shit), let a nigga run (Uh)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred (Nah)
Trap phone keep jumpin’ (Jumpin’)
Until the fiends don’t want it (Want it)
Tell Drell keep drummin’
Tell Dread keep dumpin’
Run, Ricky, he runnin’, run, Ricky, he runnin’, look
Gas in the air, you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run ’em over, big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy, three carats in the pointer (Rose gold)

[Interlude]
Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Rowdy baby, bitch (Baow)

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
I got the call behind the wall that it’s still lit, then fuck it
I’m already gon’ up it
My niggas ain’t talkin’, they dumpin’
I treat his face like Busta Rhymes, why you say that? I touch it
Then I threw the grip inside of the toilet with no remorse and flushed it
Why niggas still bluffin? I still haven’t seen nothin’ (Where he at?)
My chain hang, don’t tuck it, I touch down, I’m bustin’
Tell the label I need five M’s, if not, I ain’t signing nothin’
‘Cause I’m on a flight with a Russian, getting head, concussion
And niggas saying that it’s lit, real shit, it’s nothin’
‘Cause I’m in the Wraith with your bitch, gettin’ lit, stuntin’
Ball out in any weather, shit on Rowdy, you could never
Go and grab your umbrella, ’cause we make it rain on whoever
Baow, we make it rain on whoever
(Grrt, grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow-baow)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)
I make it rain on whoever (Uh)
I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)
Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)

King of drill! RIP pop hope you enjoy at the other party