Pop Smoke - 305 lyrics

{Intro: Pop Smoke} Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Look {Chorus: Pop Smoke} Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k She said she wanna be about ten I'm like, "Your ass seems fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you su*kin all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy The lil' ni**a fu*ked around, ni**a, I swear {Verse 1: Pop Smoke} She came out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt" She just put up with mad work, yeah You worried 'bout the wrong thing That's bad work, it's 'bout thе cash first When you down, we run up that shower Brеak it down in the back, girl If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours You can't put me first, that's backwards {Chorus: Pop Smoke} Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k She said she wanna be about ten I'm like, "Your ass seems fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you su*k all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy The lil' ni**a fu*ked around, ni**a, I swear {Verse 2: Baby Capo} Look, ion really fu*k wit’ broke b*tches cause they talk too much Once I hit it you can’t fu*k her cause I make it cost too much Mix the 42 wit Henny than roll up a pack of Runtz Big body fit like 3 bodies in the back of the trunk She say papi bring that cash in Get her whatever she ask yea Louie bag hold the mac 10 White shooters like the Mavericks I’m big on iTunes you could look me up Never flash it keep the blicky tucked Look at my b*tch and he gettin’ touched She make me dinner she cook it up Santa Mahgratita wit' the Pasta I be with the apes and the mobsters Talkin’ real hot now who shot ya I'm a bad boy big poppa It’s Baby Capo and Pop Smoke fu*k love since my heart froze Thot b*tch left my heart broke Yea, Yea {Chorus: Pop Smoke} Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred b*tches that's down, ready to fu*k She said she wanna be about ten I'm like, "Your ass seems fat enough" Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I ain't givin' you sh*t unless you su*k all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy The lil' ni**a fu*ked around, ni**a, I swear