Pop Smoke – Brush Em ft. Rah Swish

Pop Smoke – Brush Em ft. Rah Swish

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Another exclusive song Brush Em from songwriter and rapper  pop smoke in collaboration with Rah swish

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Pop Smoke – Brush Em ft. Rah Swish Full Lyrics below:

Brokie, brokie
9 shots in the Ruger, I step on court they like, “Watch the shooter”


You got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga
Me too
Brodie go what, brodie gon’ back out
Brodie gon’ brush ’em

Look, Brodie gon’, Brodie gon’, Rrr
Dig in that Louie bag, Louie bag
Nigga, dig in that bag, duffel

Brodie gon’ back out cut ’em
Brodie gon’, “Woo”
I’ll bet Moe gon’ shoot

Said, “I’m big 092”
Know that I’m woo
Don’t come to my block, we gon’ give him the boot

I keep me a Glock
Shoot out the roof
Two .38s
Three .22s

We did it first
Watch what you say
You could get hurt

Fuck with my opps
They get it worse, my bitch got the chop
Shit in her purse

Pull up with racks
Don’t even trip
If I call Stretch
Empty the clip

Those not my opps
Free Dano Brim
Fuck is a Notty
Nigga a snitch

Don’t get put on a shirt
Watch niggas lurk
I keep a Glock
When I’m in church

Spin through your block
Step on the clutch
Hit the boy up
Then I reverse

Brodie got locked for the chop
I lost four of my straps got to go get a fifth one
I be fucking on opp bitches
Kick em and pass em to Pop there’s too many to pick from

Ah, say that, I call a ape with a Maybach
I’m 823, I get straight cash
If you got that work, I’ma take that

We pull up to houses and baby showers
Woo from the floss, we don’t play with ours
You won’t ever catch me a day without it
GDK and I don’t even play about it

Ah, ah, there it is
Have you screamin’ through mega like, “Mayday”
Who the fuck are you talkin’ to crazy?
If you don’t want no beef, nigga, pay me

When the fuck if these niggas gon’ get back?
Empty the clip, they shit whack
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make ’em sit back

Ah, rumble
Step on the field, watch ’em crumble
I’m so drip like I stepped in the puddle
I back out, I hit you and your uncle

Window down, let the semi spit
.40 Glock with a 50 clip
Get the addy then I get ’em hit
Had to shoot a nigga for a mixy bitch

Huh, Tricia
Shorty gon’ suck on my Nina
I pull up like Ace and they fiend us
I leave her shit wet, Aquafina

And I got that pussy on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
We spinning pull up with like three V’s
Ah Tricia, she dying to eat me

I don’t talk to niggas, I don’t play with niggas
Got a bad bitch that’ll tase a nigga
Stone cold, blue flag
09 to the A nigga, woo back

Ah, fuck ’round with dem pussy boy dem
Eh, dem talk ’bout bombaclat ras’ with song Pop Smoke
Uh, o dat mean?
Uh, tell dem pussy they go suck ya’ mother
Go suck ya’ mother