"Exposing Me" lyrics - POP SMOKE

[Intro:]
There's a lota talk on my name nigga
Y'all niggas know what's goin' on
(Pray to God)

Look, I'm armed and dangerous (Aha)
Ain't no parking at the light no ain't no staining us
Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang no you can't hang with us
I came from nothing
I call Guap he let it bang for us
He let it, he let it (fuck is you talking bout?)
I'm 092, yeah I'm woo
Let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom, let it shoot
Got them 22's in my shoe

[Hook:]
Huh, that's on everything (That's a fact nigga)
That's on everything (I'm Woo nigga)
That's on everything (Fuck is you talkin' bout?)

Huh, I'm SRK, GDK, and I play, I put it to your face (Grr)
And I'm gang and we slay
Get away, dirty, get away, get away (Get the fuck out my face nigga)
Why you talkin' like you wooin' (Why you talkin'?)
Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)
Who you foolin'? (Who you foolin'?)

[Hook:]
Huh, That's on everything (That's on my mother nigga)
That's on everything (Stop playin' with me)
That's on everything (Huh)

Chemo!
I go chemo give you cancer
[?] by the Woo's, he woulda got away if he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with it or not? (Nah)
Gun to your head put your hands up
Nigga, gun to your head do the cha-cha
While I'm fuckin' on your baba
I order steak with my lobster
I turn your noodles to pasta

[Hook:]
Huh, that's on everything
That's on everything
That's on everything (You know the fuckin' vibes nigga)

Look, said I pull up to TD in i8
If we all gettin' money then why hate?
Smoove Hease the renty
That boy is too benty he about to go fuck up the crime rate
I got.22's up in my coupe
Act up in a school, we pull up, and we givin' the boot
Yeah, I'm big flossy Woo
No construction, but a nigga know I got the tool
I'm never lackin', always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven
Pull up, what crackin' nigga? What you jackin'?
Found his body up on Chanel 11

[Hook:]
Huh, that's on everything
That's on everything (That's on my soul nigga)
That's on everything (Huh)

Huh, there's no exposing me
I got hit, then you got hit, that's how it's supposed to be
If I want you dead, then you dead, there's no controllin' me
40 clip, 30 clip, 50 clip
I got a whole lotta guns nigga
Pull up, what's crackin'? What's up? What happened?
No jokin', no laughin', no talkin', we scrappin'

[Hook:]
Look, that's on everything (Huh)
That's on everything
That's on everything (Grr)
Huh