Element - Pop Smoke

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element

I like dark skins, love her melanin

Huh, Christian Louboutin what I’m steppin' in

Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in

I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari

I’m a gangster, but I like to party

Pop a Perky, go retarded

I’m a Brooklyn nigga, I’m cold-hearted

That’s why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)

Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)

I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me

I said, «Wow, I’m on the TV»

I can’t fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy

She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me

But she a bad gyal, and she freaky

I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi

I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches

But her pussy good, it taste like peaches

But she can have it, I don’t need it

I’d rather have my money green like kiwi

I don’t talk to niggas 'cause they be cappin'

Disrespect me and see what happen

I don’t make a call for war, I start snappin'

Grr, them bullets blastin'

All the opps mad that I lapped them

He said, «What's stackin'?»

Nothin' but my money

'Member my pockets flat?

Now they chunky

I ain’t a pretty boy, but I ain’t ugly

And I’ll take your bitch in a second

If she a real one, then I’ll protect it

Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it

And it’s all VVS and flower settings

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element

I like dark skins, love her melanin

Huh, Christian Louboutin what I’m steppin' in

Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in

I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari

I’m a gangster, but I like to party

Pop a Perky, go retarded

I’m a Brooklyn nigga, I’m cold-hearted

Yoz, what you tellin' me?