Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell The Vision , by - Pop Smoke. Release date: 30.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tell The Vision |
| Trippin! |
| Wylin' on television |
| You could |
| Still see a nigga tell the vision |
| Pimpin' |
| Pimpin', boy, these boys pimpin1' |
| Different |
| Yeah, these boys, boys |
| Pop was here last week |
| He was talking about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at |
| How they were really like, thriving like right now |
| He was, you know |
| He was tryna, pull people up with him |
| He wasn’t even into where he was about to be |
| He just was trying to, he was trying to get there |
| He was on his, he was well on his way |
| Um, it’s just tragic |
| Twenty years old, rest in peace |
| God bless Pop Smoke |
| Look, nigga we made it |
| Nigga we made it, we made it |
| Nigga we made it |
| Thank God that I made it |
| Nigga we made it, we made it |
| Look mama, I made it |
| Look, I remember the days |
| Same fit for a week straight |
| I used to eat fifty cent cake |
| Now it’s Phillippe’s |
| It’s Phillippe’s for the steak |
| And hella thots up in the Wraith |
| I can’t wife that thot, tell that bitch get out my face |
| We killed your big brother |
| We killed your little brother |
| Now it’s Phillippe’s |
| It’s Phillippe’s for the steak |
| And hella thots up in the Wraith |
| Said I hop in the Lam and skirt 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' the 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 with me |
| Nigga, I keep a K with me |
| Look, nigga we made it |
| Nigga we made it, we made it |
| Nigga we made it |
| Thank God that I made it |
| Nigga we made it, we made it |
| Look mama, I made it |
| Nigga we made it |
| Look, Tyler got the album of the year, for now |
| But Pop about to drop, I see the platinum in the clouds |
| Now Push about to drop, so real trappers stick around |
| The crown is only for the king, they tryna place it on a clown |
| I declare war, nickname 'He Sell Raw' |
| Different city, same ghetto, bring the Woos on tour |
| Push start drop top 812 two-door |
| Baby Rover, Benz Coupe, bitch, you better choose yours |
| How can I not? |
| Woo! |
| How can I not? |
| When a brick is thirty-six, bitch, how could I stop? |
| These Richard Milles are one of one, shit, how could I watch? |
| We Made It, We Made It, whether you like it or not |
| Look, nigga we made it |
| Nigga we made it, we made it |
| Nigga we made it |
| Thank God that I made it |
| Nigga we made it, we made it |
| Look mama, I made it |