Ordinary – PnB Rock Feat. Pop Smoke

Quotable Lyrics:
Rico’s going crazy again
PnB, Pop Smoke don’t give no f**ks
Ni**a, check the scoreboard, b*tch, ’cause we up

I threw an opp pack 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 I’m wearin’ (Woo)
Chain cost a kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

I threw an opp pack 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 I’m wearin’ (Woo)
Chain cost a kilo, ain’t ordinary, look (Woo)

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 with 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 f**k ’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 nine-eleven (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)

In black like I’m an Oakland Raider, tell her work, Rihanna
Call Batman, I’m robbin’, 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 an opp pack 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 I’m wearin’ (Woo)
Chain cost a kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

I threw an opp pack 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 I’m wearin’ (Woo)
Chain cost a kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

Oh yeah
We just upped the score today, yeah, we just dropped two more today
We do this shit like it’s ordinary, I swear I can’t wait ’til 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 ni**a into a dust pack

Heard he had the glizzy but ain’t get to bust that
Oh gotdamn, that’s tragic, we makin’ sh*t disappear like magic (Poof)
Just hit a lick with a bad b*tch, 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 run in your sh*t and I don’t know what happened (Give me that sh*t, ni**a)

Brrt, VLONE on me, drip
She all on my dick, she wanna f**k ’cause I’m lit (I’m lit)
I know some b*tches that play with them pieces, they came in this b*tch with they own bodies (They got it)
We throwing money in the air, this ain’t even the strip club, but we all wildin’ (We wildin’)

I threw an opp pack 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 I’m wearin’ (Woo)
Chain cost a kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)

I threw an opp pack 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 I’m wearin’ (Woo)
Chain cost a kilo, ain’t ordinary (Woo)