Lyrics Ordinary - PnB Rock, Pop Smoke

Ordinary

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)