Pop Smoke - We Made It (ft. Fivio Foreign)

Instagram : https://instagram.com/yplos092?igshid=ZDdk... Lyrics : (Rico's going crazy again) Uh, we come from the trenches, nigga Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Woo, grrt) Know what I'm sayin'? Fifty cent cake, now we eat Philippe's steak (Hahaha) Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah) Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Nigga, we made it (Woo) Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah) Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Look, momma, I made it (Grrt) Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight I used to eat fifty-cent cake Now, it's Philippe's, it's Philippe's for the steak And hella thots up in the Wraith I can't wife that thot, tell that bitch, "Get out of my face" We killed your big brother, we killed your little brother She suckin' dick at the way, I nutted on her face I left it all on her face Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf I got shit you never heard of, buy it, I don't care what it cost, no And I always keep a pole Rain, snow, I did a hundred on a pro If you droppin' a woo, we come where you live, Glock 9, infrared Pull up, and empty the clip, woo Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin' reckless Please, do not play wit' me, nigga, I keep a K wit' me Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah) Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Nigga, we made it (Woo) Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah) Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Look, momma, I made it (Grrt, yeah, look, uh, yeah) Nigga, we made it First off (First off), moment of silence for Pop, nigga (Yeah) Now come in and rock with us (Uh, yeah) I remember they ain't wanna give me dap Couldn't buy weed, I had to smoke a black I ain't even had no money for a snack, now I got the new Amiris with the pack (Uh) 'Cause nigga, we made it (Uh) When I was in jail, I ain't even feel famous (I ain't even feel famous) Yeah, huh, I had the New Balance, no laces (Nah) Now I got a new crib so spacious (Uh), in a brand new location (Uh) Nigga, fuck a congratulations (Yeah), I want a standing ovation (Bitch!) I let the perk dissolve in the Fiji Niggas done put my music on the TV I give 'em 30 bullets just to free B My name on the city, I don't do graffiti You know I ain't write it (You know I ain't write it) I sent 'em a message, you know I ain't type it (Baow) If you gave me advice and I never used it, nigga then you know I ain't like it (Ah) Big labels wasn't bringin' them checks in We had to hustle money for a session In them clubs, wasn't lettin' us set in Now they give us money bottles in the section (Uh, yeah, huh) In them clubs, wasn't lettin' us set in (Nah) (And they give me money bottles in the section) Nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah) Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Nigga, we made it (Woo) Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah) Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo) Look, momma, I made it (Grrt) Look