Ordinary - PnB Rock, Pop Smoke

PnB, Pop Smoke

Don’t give no fucks

Nigga check the score board, bitch 'cause we up

I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo)

I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo)

I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo)

Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo)

I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo)

I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo)

Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

Look

Life is short, I don’t wanna go to court (Woo)

Hop in my Porsche, dripped in vLone (Woo)

Teddy Brukshot, give that boy a one shot (Woo)

Laser ain’t no dot, tag him wit a square (Woo)

Tell that boy he crip, uh, one in the head (Woo)

Send shots at his head, bet that boy won’t live (Woo)

I don’t give a fuck, 'cause all my friends is dead (Woo)

So I just stack my paper, Glock 9 hold a laser (Woo)

She came from Alabama, and hit like 9/11 (Woo)

Treesh at my crib 8:45, she out by 9:11 (Woo)

She got like hella bodies, I’m always percolated (Woo)

And I won’t miss a payment, I’m so sophisticated (Woo)

Blunt like I’m an Oakland raider, tell her work Rihanna

Call Batman, I’m Robin (Woo)

40k to do a show, up in Ali Baba

If I call Ace, he gon' throw you off the stage, in his Cartiers (Woo)

I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo)

I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo)

I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo)

Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo)

I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo)

I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo)

Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

Oh yea

We just upped the score today, yeah we just dropped two more today

We do this like its ordinary, I swear I can’t wait till some more get buried

Hold on, what’s that

Bd, rush that

Opps tried to score but that shit was a touchback

Spin the block turn that nigga into a dust pack

Heard he had the glizzy but ain’t get to bust that

Oh goddamn that’s tragic, we making shit disappear like magic

Just hit a lick wit a bad bitch, she threw the 'oop on one of these rappers

She said they in the hotel lacking, one thing about her she don’t do no cappin

So I send seal and bron, they running in your shit and I don’t know what

happened

(Gime that shit nigga) Bitch, vLone on me, drip, she on my, dick,

she wanna fuck cause I’m lit

I know some bitches that play with them pieces, they came in this bitch with

their own bodies

We throwing money in the air, this ain’t even the strip club, but we all wilding

I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo)

I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo)

I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo)

Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (Woo)

I put eight racks of baguettes up in my earrings (Woo)

I’m dripped in vLone, that’s what im wearing (Woo)

Trey close to kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)