Correction Lyrics Exposing Me by Pop Smoke

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There's a lotta talk on my name, n***a
Y'all n***as know what's goin' on
(Pray to God)

Look, I'm armed and dangerous (Dangerous)
Ain't no parking at the light, no, ain't no stainin' us
Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang, no, you can't hang with us
I came from nothing, I call Guap, he let it bang for us
He let it, he let it
I'm 092, yeah, I'm woo
Let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom, let it shoot
Got them 22's in my shoes

Huh, that's on everything (That's a fact, n***a)
That's on everything (I'm Woo n***a)
That's on everything (F**k is you talkin' bout?)

Uh, I'm SRK (K), GDK (K)
And I play, up it to your face (Grr)
And I gang bang and we slay
Get away, thirty, get away, get away (Get the f**k out my face, n***a)
Why you talkin' like you wooin' (Why you talkin'?)
Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)
Who you foolin'? (Who you foolin'?)
Huh, that's on everything (That's on my mother, n***a)
That's on everything (Stop playin' with me)
That's on everything (Uh)

Keep mop
I go chemo, give you cancer (Uh-huh)
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh-huh)
Dummy got got by the Woo's
He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with it or not? (Nah)
Gun to his head, put your hands up
N***a, gun to your head, do the cha-cha
While I'm f**kin' on your baba
I order steak with my lobster
I turn your noodles to pasta

Huh, that's on everything (Let's get it)
That's on everything
That's on everything (You know the f**kin' vibes, n***a)

Look, said I pull up to TD in i8
If we all gettin' money then why hate?
Smoove Hease the renty
That boy is too bent an' he about to go f**k up the crime rate
I got .22's up in my coupe
Act up in a school, we pull up, we givin' the boot
Yeah, I'm big flossy Woo (Woo)
No construction, but a n***a know I got the tool
I'm never lackin', always pistol-packing
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven
Pull up, what crackin' n***a? What you jackin'?
Found his body up on Chanel 11
Uh, that's on everything
That's on everything (That's on my soul, n***a)
That's on everything (Huh)

Huh, there's no exposing me
I got hit, then you got hit, that's how it's s'pposed to be
If I want you dead, then you dead, there's no controllin' me
40 clip, 30 clip, 50 clip
I got a whole lotta guns, n***a
Pull up, what's crackin'? What's up? What happened?
No jokin', no laughin', no talkin', we scrappin'

Uh, that's on everything (Huh)
That's on everything
That's on everything

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