Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Defiant , by - Pop Smoke. Release date: 30.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Defiant |
| Grr, pow, pow |
| Free the fuckin' members, nigga |
| RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz |
| All of them, nigga |
| Don’t fuck around, nigga |
| Woo, woo, gra, gra |
| Big 092, look, woo |
| Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Brrrr, pow) |
| Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy) |
| Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater |
| If it ain’t Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) |
| That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint |
| I’m with the demons, no hiding, we seeking (Brr) |
| Send that boy up catch the flight on the weekend |
| Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creeping (Woo) |
| Brady, look, gang |
| It’s just me and Pop |
| Don’t need nobody else |
| 'Cause that’d be an extra witness |
| Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest |
| No this ain’t Planet Fitness |
| I’m tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (Woo, woo) |
| And you know how we tease the opp, I drop the check and make 'em see it drop |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| And she drive the boat (Drive), dick in her mouth and I’m all in her throat |
| (Shake it) |
| Ask your girl I’m the goat (Facts), can’t name one time you run up I ain’t |
| throw (Woo) |
| Bitch it’s Dread Woo you know I get racks (Woo, yeah) |
| Tell 'em get back (Woo) |
| We getting flipped thought it was a pack (Hold on, facts) |
| He ain’t make it back (Uh) |
| I call up Shane you know he move, attack (Woo, burner), toting a strap (Woo) |
| Who these niggas dressed in all black? |
| (Grrt, baow, baow) |
| Huh, yo Pop them niggas cap (Cap) |
| Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you |
| Hold on, hahaha, goin' crazy here |
| Hold on, woo |
| Look, I’m like «who that nigga?» |
| (Who that nigga?) |
| Talkin' 'bout «what's stackin', what the fuck is up?» |
| Huh? |
| he ain’t one of us |
| You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain’t one of us, nah |
| I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (Huh, brr, brr) |
| We don’t stop shots 'til the sun is up (Get that nigga) |
| I pass Dafi the chop that’s a give and go (Woo, baow) |
| Keep five stones in his head like a mineral |
| He put pep at his head like a Mento (Brr) |
| .38 punching like Kimbo (Grr, pow, pow, pow) |
| When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I’m a giant (Giant) |
| I dropped outta school, I’m defiant (Huh) |
| A hater still here and they lying (Facts) |
| But in the jungle I’m a lion (Grr) |
| Now they see me on a flight (Brr, brr) |
| They like «Papi on fire» (Fire) |
| I really just bought the new LaFerrari |
| RD like sent me the wire (Woo, woo) |
| Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, baow, haha, woo, woo |
| Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Brr, pow) |
| Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy) |
| Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater |
| If it ain’t Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) |
| That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint |
| Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (Watch that) |
| Switch the VIN on the Stoley |
| Same nigga to the grave |
| Gotta watch them, Mille topless |
| Got the white like Milonakis |
| I’m in traffic, say «What's rockin'» |
| You hear me? |
| Fuck, ready |
| Try to shake a wave off a BO |
| Shorty shaped like she Creole |
| Fuck a parole, fuck a CO |
| I’m outta town while Haitians eatin' greole |
| I’m back uptown with the papis |
| More white than a Nazi |
| Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (What) |
| No time for no limelight |
| And I’m fresh to death like it’s prom night |
| Fuck them niggas on the other side |
| Only friend I got, he a dead guy |
| If you talk about him then the lead (Fly) |
| Niggas they act like they know me, huh |
| Two fours on 'em like Kobe |
| Don’t play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili |
| Yeah Trav always tweaking |
| I ride with some apes and I’m never on defense |
| I’m preein these niggas, the way that they envy |
| Don’t talk 'bout my money, but I’m stacking plenty |
| Foreign bitches giving in a Bentley |
| Been trapping all day, man I just hit a ten-piece |
| Fuck a uber, threw that bitch in the renty (Woo) |
| Throwing like Brady don’t be the receiver (Nah, pow) |
| Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Facts, dickhead, dummy) |
| Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater |
| If it ain’t Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo) |
| That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint (Watch that) |