More Time (Explicit)

More Time (Explicit) - Pop Smoke

Lyrics by：Nicholas Britell/Bashar Jackson/Steven Victor

Composed by：Nicholas Britell/Bashar Jackson/Ricardo Lamarre/Jason Avalos/Steven Victor

Oh nah nah nah nah nah

Keep the intro

Oh my boy you already know

Ah

More time

Melly and D-Nice still in the cage more time

That ain't gon' stop us from getting paid more time

Certain things ain't never gonna change never speak to them guys without your lawyer

'Cause they giving more time

My mans died I put him on a chain more time

A lot of n***as can't handle the pain more time

I'm a hard animal to tame saw my son killer sitting on the train

Give a n***a more time

If my mans down n***a I up and get 'em

Max Payne I'm doing TECs and Berettas

Never trust a boy it's always a setup

If I see an opp I bet I'ma wet 'em

New speed I bet I change up the level

Make it rain I bet I change up the weather

To walk through I need twenty five and better

Old hundreds have 'em sticking together

Louis V and Amiri the denim

My mans up top rocking Gucci sweaters

Red bottoms Rollies in the pen

Pinky ring Cartier lens

Ride around big body Benz

Blacked out all you see is tints

See me I ain't worried 'bout men

Act up get a shot to your chin

Hollow tips got acquired taste

Gas straight but my brother an ape

Catch a body then I'm back in the cave

If you don't got a body you can't relate

If you don't bang you can't get in the car

Big woo know I'm shooting them stars

Mama begging me to pray to Allah

Walk in the mall n***as know who we are

Forty-one millimeter plain jane

N***as get locked up start naming names

P***y n***a get the f**k out my way

Ma I'm sorry I'm just stuck in my ways

Hello

Black hair by the Regis and Pello

I like my b***h Spanish she yellow

Her a*s fat feel like Jello

She said she want Chane-ne

Pop Smoke on the TV

Ah

I did fifteen on my check-ins

Yeah

She said she didn't believe me

Nah

Until I pulled up in a foreign

Ah

And I cashed out on a TD

Snowman like Jeezy

VS I'm freezing

Red bottoms I'm bleeding

Louboutin when I'm stepping

Stone Cold what I'm repping

Big .38 for the weapon

Ah

Man down check the scoreboard

I'm a bulldog with this .44

Break legs like Paul George

Said I break legs like Paul George

Grrt