[{"id":10968154,"name":"Pop Smoke - Defiant feat. Dread Woo & TRAV (Official Audio)","trackName":"Pop Smoke - Defiant feat. Dread Woo & TRAV (Official Audio)","artistName":"POP SMOKE","albumName":"POP SMOKE Videos","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.99] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.43] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.65] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.14] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.88] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.03] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.52] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[00:35.24] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[00:37.10] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[00:39.08] I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n[00:40.67] Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n[00:42.12] Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n[00:45.03] Brady, haha, look, gang\n[00:47.62] It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n[00:51.71] Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n[00:55.19] I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n[00:58.21] And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n[01:01.63] And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n[01:05.37] Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n[01:08.06] -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n[01:11.12] He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n[01:14.93] I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n[01:18.28] Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.62] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.08] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.48] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.06] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.03] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.13] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.94] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.27] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.15] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.29] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.69] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.03] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[03:33.56] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[03:35.20] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n[03:54.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pop Smoke - Defiant feat. Dread Woo & TRAV (Official Audio)\n  artist: POP SMOKE\n  album: POP SMOKE Videos\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2990\n- text: Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n  start_ms: 2990\n  end_ms: 7430\n- text: Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n  start_ms: 7430\n  end_ms: 14650\n- text: Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n  start_ms: 14650\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Big 092, look, woo\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 26880\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n  start_ms: 26880\n  end_ms: 30030\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n  start_ms: 30030\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: How that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n  (huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":5799724,"name":"Defiant","trackName":"Defiant","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe) (Explicit)","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(Huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.99] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.43] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.65] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.14] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.88] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.03] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.52] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[00:35.24] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[00:37.10] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[00:39.08] I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n[00:40.67] Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n[00:42.12] Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n[00:45.03] Brady, haha, look, gang\n[00:47.62] It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n[00:51.71] Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n[00:55.19] I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n[00:58.21] And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n[01:01.63] And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n[01:05.37] Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n[01:08.06] -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n[01:11.12] He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n[01:14.93] I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n[01:18.28] Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.62] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.08] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.48] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.06] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.03] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.13] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.94] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.27] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.15] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.29] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.69] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.03] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n  (Huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":948731,"name":"Defiant","trackName":"Defiant","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(Huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? 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(Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.62] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.08] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.48] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.06] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.03] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.13] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.94] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.27] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.15] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.29] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.69] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.03] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n  (Huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":23302154,"name":"Defiant","trackName":"Defiant","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady ,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Defiant\n  artist: Pop Smoke\n  album: Faith (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Grrt, baow, baow, baow\n  Free the fuckin' members, nigga\n  Rj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\n  All of them, nigga\n  Don't fuck around, nigga\n  Woo, woo\n  Grrah, grrah\n  Big 092, look\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady ,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":11339354,"name":"Defiant","trackName":"Defiant","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.99] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.43] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.65] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.14] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.88] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.03] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.52] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[00:35.24] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[00:37.10] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[00:39.08] I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n[00:40.67] Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n[00:42.12] Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n[00:45.03] Brady, haha, look, gang\n[00:47.62] It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n[00:51.71] Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n[00:55.19] I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n[00:58.21] And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n[01:01.63] And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n[01:05.37] Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n[01:08.06] -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n[01:11.12] He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n[01:14.93] I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n[01:18.28] Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.62] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.08] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.48] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.06] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.03] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.13] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.94] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.27] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.15] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.29] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.69] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.03] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n  (huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":27600088,"name":"Defiant","trackName":"Defiant","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":3679717,"name":"Defiant","trackName":"Defiant","artistName":"Pop Smoke, Dread Woo, Travi","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(Huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? 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(Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? 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For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(Huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.99] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.43] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.65] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.14] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.88] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.03] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.52] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[00:35.24] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[00:37.10] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[00:39.08] I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n[00:40.67] Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n[00:42.12] Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n[00:45.03] Brady, haha, look, gang\n[00:47.62] It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n[00:51.71] Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n[00:55.19] I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n[00:58.21] And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n[01:01.63] And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n[01:05.37] Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n[01:08.06] -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n[01:11.12] He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n[01:14.93] I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n[01:18.28] Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.62] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.08] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.48] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.06] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.03] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.13] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.94] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.27] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.15] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.29] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.69] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.03] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[03:33.56] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[03:35.20] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n[03:54.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & Travi)\n  artist: Pop Smoke\n  album: Faith\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2990\n- text: Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n  start_ms: 2990\n  end_ms: 7430\n- text: Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n  start_ms: 7430\n  end_ms: 14650\n- text: Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n  start_ms: 14650\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Big 092, look, woo\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 26880\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n  start_ms: 26880\n  end_ms: 30030\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n  start_ms: 30030\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: How that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n  (Huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":9609332,"name":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)","trackName":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.99] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.43] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.65] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.14] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.88] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.03] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.52] How that's your wifey? 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(Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.62] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.08] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.48] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.06] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.03] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.13] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.94] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.27] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.15] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.29] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.69] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.03] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[03:33.56] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[03:35.20] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n[03:54.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)\n  artist: Pop Smoke\n  album: Faith (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2990\n- text: Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n  start_ms: 2990\n  end_ms: 7430\n- text: Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n  start_ms: 7430\n  end_ms: 14650\n- text: Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n  start_ms: 14650\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Big 092, look, woo\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 26880\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n  start_ms: 26880\n  end_ms: 30030\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n  start_ms: 30030\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: How that's your wifey? 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(Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n  start_ms: 78280\n  end_ms: 82190\n- text: Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n  start_ms: 82190\n  end_ms: 86800\n- text: (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n  start_ms: 86800\n  end_ms: 90330\n- text: (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n  start_ms: 90330\n  end_ms: 94660\n- text: Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n  start_ms: 94660\n  end_ms: 99660\n- text: Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n  start_ms: 99660\n  end_ms: 103690\n- text: I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n  start_ms: 103690\n  end_ms: 107620\n- text: We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n  start_ms: 107620\n  end_ms: 109080\n- text: I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n  start_ms: 109080\n  end_ms: 112480\n- text: He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n  start_ms: 112480\n  end_ms: 116060\n- text: When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  start_ms: 116060\n  end_ms: 119030\n- text: I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n  start_ms: 119030\n  end_ms: 122130\n- text: But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  start_ms: 122130\n  end_ms: 125940\n- text: They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n  start_ms: 125940\n  end_ms: 129270\n- text: RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  start_ms: 129270\n  end_ms: 131150\n- text: Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n  start_ms: 131150\n  end_ms: 138290\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  start_ms: 138290\n  end_ms: 140690\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  start_ms: 140690\n  end_ms: 144030\n- text: How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  start_ms: 144030\n  end_ms: 146670\n- text: If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  start_ms: 146670\n  end_ms: 148500\n- text: That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n  start_ms: 148500\n  end_ms: 150470\n- text: '- watchin'' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley'\n  start_ms: 150470\n  end_ms: 153380\n- text: Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n  start_ms: 153380\n  end_ms: 157010\n- text: Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n  start_ms: 157010\n  end_ms: 160570\n- text: You hear me? -, huh, ready\n  start_ms: 160570\n  end_ms: 163200\n- text: Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n  start_ms: 163200\n  end_ms: 167050\n- text: It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  start_ms: 167050\n  end_ms: 170340\n- text: I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n  start_ms: 170340\n  end_ms: 173750\n- text: Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n  start_ms: 173750\n  end_ms: 177270\n- text: And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n  start_ms: 177270\n  end_ms: 179470\n- text: '- them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy'\n  start_ms: 179470\n  end_ms: 182440\n- text: If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n  start_ms: 182440\n  end_ms: 184570\n- text: '- they act like they know me, huh'\n  start_ms: 184570\n  end_ms: 186270\n- text: Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n  start_ms: 186270\n  end_ms: 189480\n- text: Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n  start_ms: 189480\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 196530\n- text: Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n  start_ms: 196530\n  end_ms: 199180\n- text: Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  start_ms: 199180\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 204920\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  start_ms: 204920\n  end_ms: 207070\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  start_ms: 207070\n  end_ms: 211720\n- text: How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  start_ms: 211720\n  end_ms: 213560\n- text: If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  start_ms: 213560\n  end_ms: 215200\n- text: That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n  start_ms: 215200\n  end_ms: 234970\nplain: |-\n  Grrt, baow, baow, baow\n  Free the fuckin' members, nigga\n  Rj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\n  All of them, nigga\n  Don't fuck around, nigga\n  Woo, woo\n  Grrah, grrah\n  Big 092, look\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n  (huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":38215658,"name":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAV)","trackName":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAV)","artistName":"Pop Smoke","albumName":"Faith","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, bah, bah, bah\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz, all o' them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo, grrah, grrah\nBig 09-2, look, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrrr, pow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHot as your wifey, for me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brr)\nSend that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\nBrady, ha-hah, look, gang\n\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else (woo)\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest (grrt-bah)\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp, drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive), dick in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts), can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n\nBitch, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nI call up Shank you know he move, attack (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho these niggas dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n\nHa-ha-hah, yo, Pop, what the fuck is crackin' my nigga? I see you\nHold on, ha-ha-ha-hah, goin' crazy here (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nHold on, woo (yeah, yeah)\n\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (huh) (brrt, brrt)\n\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that, nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop, that's a give an' go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (grrt, pow, pow, pow)\n\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch, remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant, huh\nA hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brr, brr)\nThey like, \"Papi on fire\" (fire)\nI really just bought the new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n\nYeah (skrrt), yeah (grrt, baow), yeah (ha-ha, woo) (woh)\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brr, nah, pow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHot as your wifey, for me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on the Stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Mille topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n\nTry to shake a wave off a BO, huh\nShorty, shaped like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole\nI'm back uptown with the papis\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?)\n\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\nYeah, Trav' always tweakin'\nI ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' minds in a Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty (woh)\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (brr, pow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHot as your wifey, for me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:03.51] Free the fuckin' members, nigga\n[00:04.95] RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz, all o' them, nigga\n[00:08.48] Don't fuck around, nigga\n[00:11.22] \n[00:14.23] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:21.56] Big 09-2, look, woo\n[00:26.75] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrrr, pow)\n[00:30.29] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\n[00:33.42] Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater\n[00:35.36] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[00:37.57] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[00:38.85] I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brr)\n[00:40.66] Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n[00:42.30] Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n[00:44.67] Brady, ha-hah, look, gang\n[00:48.33] It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else (woo)\n[00:50.40] 'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n[00:51.77] Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest (grrt-bah)\n[00:53.95] No, this ain't Planet Fitness\n[00:55.22] I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n[00:58.40] And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n[01:01.85] And she drive the boat (drive), dick in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n[01:05.01] Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts), can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n[01:07.97] Bitch, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n[01:09.81] Tell 'em get back (woo)\n[01:11.56] He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n[01:13.58] He ain't make it back (uh)\n[01:15.19] I call up Shank you know he move, attack (woo, burner)\n[01:17.27] Totin' on a strap (woo)\n[01:18.51] Who these niggas dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow)\n[01:19.94] Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n[01:22.11] Ha-ha-hah, yo, Pop, what the fuck is crackin' my nigga? I see you\n[01:24.31] Hold on, ha-ha-ha-hah, goin' crazy here (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[01:31.78] Hold on, woo (yeah, yeah)\n[01:34.70] Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n[01:37.35] Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n[01:39.55] Huh? He ain't one of us\n[01:40.95] You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:44.25] I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (huh) (brrt, brrt)\n[01:47.68] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that, nigga)\n[01:49.02] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give an' go (woo)\n[01:50.82] Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n[01:52.43] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt)\n[01:54.38] .38 punchin' like Kimbo (grrt, pow, pow, pow)\n[01:55.83] When you talkin' to me, bitch, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:58.90] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, huh\n[02:00.82] A hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.03] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr)\n[02:03.98] Now they see me on a flyer (brr, brr)\n[02:06.07] They like, \"Papi on fire\" (fire)\n[02:07.65] I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.29] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.33] Yeah (skrrt), yeah (grrt, baow), yeah (ha-ha, woo) (woh)\n[02:18.07] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brr, nah, pow)\n[02:21.67] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n[02:24.85] Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater\n[02:26.93] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.96] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.54] Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n[02:31.10] Switch the VIN on the Stoley\n[02:33.56] Same nigga to the grave\n[02:34.97] Gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis\n[02:38.78] I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:41.35] You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n[02:43.81] Try to shake a wave off a BO, huh\n[02:45.63] Shorty, shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.31] It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n[02:48.67] I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole\n[02:50.79] I'm back uptown with the papis\n[02:52.39] More white than a Nazi\n[02:53.79] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?)\n[02:56.12] No time for no limelight\n[02:57.43] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n[02:59.18] Fuck them niggas on the other side\n[03:00.85] Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.34] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.70] Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.09] Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n[03:07.42] Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.88] Yeah, Trav' always tweakin'\n[03:10.85] I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:13.12] I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n[03:17.31] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:18.82] Foreign bitches givin' minds in a Bentley\n[03:20.49] Been trappin' all day, man I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.57] Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty (woh)\n[03:25.25] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (brr, pow)\n[03:28.04] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n[03:31.81] Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater\n[03:33.45] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[03:35.40] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n[03:38.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Defiant (feat. 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(Grrt, baow, baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n\n  Ha-ha-hah, yo, Pop, what the fuck is crackin' my nigga? I see you\n  Hold on, ha-ha-ha-hah, goin' crazy here (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Hold on, woo (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (huh) (brrt, brrt)\n\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that, nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give an' go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (grrt, pow, pow, pow)\n\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, huh\n  A hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brr, brr)\n  They like, \"Papi on fire\" (fire)\n  I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n\n  Yeah (skrrt), yeah (grrt, baow), yeah (ha-ha, woo) (woh)\n\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brr, nah, pow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on the Stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Mille topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n\n  Try to shake a wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty, shaped like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole\n  I'm back uptown with the papis\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?)\n\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\n  Yeah, Trav' always tweakin'\n  I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' minds in a Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty (woh)\n\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (brr, pow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n"},{"id":3068387,"name":"Defiant","trackName":"Defiant","artistName":"Pop Smoke feat. 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For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(Huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.99] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.43] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.65] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.14] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.88] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.03] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.52] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[00:35.24] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[00:37.10] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[00:39.08] I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n[00:40.67] Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n[00:42.12] Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n[00:45.03] Brady, haha, look, gang\n[00:47.62] It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n[00:51.71] Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n[00:55.19] I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n[00:58.21] And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n[01:01.63] And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n[01:05.37] Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n[01:08.06] -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n[01:11.12] He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n[01:14.93] I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n[01:18.28] Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.62] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.08] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.48] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.06] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.03] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.13] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.94] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.27] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.15] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.29] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.69] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.03] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[03:33.56] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[03:35.20] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n[03:54.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Defiant\n  artist: Pop Smoke feat. Dread Woo & Travi\n  album: Faith\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2990\n- text: Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n  start_ms: 2990\n  end_ms: 7430\n- text: Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n  start_ms: 7430\n  end_ms: 14650\n- text: Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n  start_ms: 14650\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Big 092, look, woo\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 26880\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n  start_ms: 26880\n  end_ms: 30030\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n  start_ms: 30030\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: How that's your wifey? 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For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n  (Huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"},{"id":35111421,"name":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)","trackName":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)","artistName":"Pop Smoke, Dread Woo, TRAVI","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, bah, bah, bah\nFree the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\nAlla them, -, don't f- around, -\nWoo, woo, grrah, grrah\nBig 092, look, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\nBrady, haha, look, gang\n\nIt's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\nMovie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n\nAnd she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\nAsk your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n-, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\nHe gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\nI call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\nWho these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n\nHaha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n(Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n(Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\nUh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n\nI pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\nHe put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\nWhen you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n\nYeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n- watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\nSame - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\nGot the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\nYou hear me? -, huh, ready\n\nTry to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\nIt's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n- them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n- they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\nYeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nF- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.04] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.91] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.44] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.67] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.16] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.85] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.00] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.57] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[00:35.20] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[00:37.19] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[00:39.06] I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n[00:40.69] Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n[00:42.17] Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n[00:45.02] Brady, haha, look, gang\n[00:47.62] It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n[00:51.78] Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n[00:55.16] I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n[00:58.24] And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n[01:01.67] And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n[01:04.82] Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n[01:08.07] -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n[01:11.18] He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n[01:14.96] I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n[01:18.26] Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.13] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.84] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.31] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.69] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.65] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.63] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.09] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.42] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.07] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.06] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.17] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.92] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.25] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.13] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.22] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.64] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.01] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.70] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.52] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.43] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.33] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.09] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.59] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.28] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.06] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.31] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.73] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.24] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.49] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.59] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.20] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.40] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.87] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.54] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.19] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.50] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.94] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.01] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.76] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[03:33.59] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[03:35.28] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n[03:37.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)\n  artist: Pop Smoke, Dread Woo, TRAVI\n  album: Faith (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n  start_ms: 1040\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 7440\n- text: Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n  start_ms: 7440\n  end_ms: 14670\n- text: Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n  start_ms: 14670\n  end_ms: 20160\n- text: Big 092, look, woo\n  start_ms: 20160\n  end_ms: 26850\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n  start_ms: 26850\n  end_ms: 30000\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n  start_ms: 30000\n  end_ms: 33570\n- text: How that's your wifey? 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For me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n  Brady, haha, look, gang\n\n  It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n  Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n  And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n\n  And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n  Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n  -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n  He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n  I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n  Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n\n  Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n  (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n  (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n  Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n\n  I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n  He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n  When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n\n  Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n  - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n  Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n  You hear me? -, huh, ready\n\n  Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n  It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n  - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n  - they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\n  Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n"},{"id":35111423,"name":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)","trackName":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)","artistName":"Pop Smoke, Dread Woo, TRAVI","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, bah, bah, bah\nFree the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\nAlla them, -, don't f- around, -\nWoo, woo, grrah, grrah\nBig 092, look, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\nBrady, haha, look, gang\n\nIt's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\nMovie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n\nAnd she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\nAsk your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n-, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\nHe gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\nI call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\nWho these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n\nHaha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n(Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n(Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\nUh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n\nI pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\nHe put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\nWhen you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n\nYeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n- watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\nSame - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\nGot the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\nYou hear me? -, huh, ready\n\nTry to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\nIt's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n- them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n- they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\nYeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nF- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.04] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.91] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.44] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.67] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.16] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.85] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.00] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.57] How that's your wifey? 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(Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.13] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.84] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.31] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.69] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.65] Uh? 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For me, she a eater\n[02:26.70] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.52] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.43] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.33] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.09] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.59] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.28] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.06] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.31] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.73] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.24] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.49] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.59] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.20] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.40] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.87] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.54] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.19] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.50] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.94] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.01] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.76] How that's your wifey? 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For me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n  Brady, haha, look, gang\n\n  It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n  Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n  And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n\n  And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n  Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n  -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n  He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n  I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n  Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n\n  Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n  (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n  (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n  Uh? 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For me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n  - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n  Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n  You hear me? -, huh, ready\n\n  Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n  It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n  - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n  - they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\n  Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? 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For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n- watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\nSame - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\nGot the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\nYou hear me? -, huh, ready\n\nTry to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\nIt's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n- them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n- they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\nYeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nF- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.04] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.91] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.44] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.67] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.16] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.85] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.00] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.57] How that's your wifey? 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(Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.13] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.84] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.31] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.69] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.65] Uh? 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For me, she a eater\n[02:26.70] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.52] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.43] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.33] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.09] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.59] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.28] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.06] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.31] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.73] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.24] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.49] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.59] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.20] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.40] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.87] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.54] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.19] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.50] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.94] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.01] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.76] How that's your wifey? 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For me, she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n- watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\nSame - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\nGot the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\nYou hear me? -, huh, ready\n\nTry to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\nIt's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n- them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n- they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\nYeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nF- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? 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For me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n  Brady, haha, look, gang\n\n  It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n  Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n  And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n\n  And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n  Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n  -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n  He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n  I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n  Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n\n  Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n  (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n  (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n  Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n\n  I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n  He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n  When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n\n  Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n\n  - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n  Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n  You hear me? -, huh, ready\n\n  Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n  It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n  - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n  - they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n\n  Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n"},{"id":948730,"name":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)","trackName":"Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)","artistName":"Pop Smoke feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI","albumName":"Faith (Deluxe)","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grrt, baow, baow, baow\nFree the fuckin' members, nigga\nRj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\nAll of them, nigga\nDon't fuck around, nigga\nWoo, woo\nGrrah, grrah\nBig 092, look\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nI'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\nSend that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\nStay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n(Brady, haha, look, gang)\nIt's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n'Cause that'd be an extra witness\nMovie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\nNo, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\nI'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\nAnd you know how we tease the opp\nDrop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\nAnd she drive the boat (drive)\nDick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\nAsk your girl I'm the goat (facts)\nCan't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\nBitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\nTell 'em get back (woo)\nHe gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\nHe ain't make it back (uh)\nCall up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\nTotin' on a strap (woo)\nWho are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\nHuh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\nHahaha\nYo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\nHold on, hahaha\nI see you\nGoin' crazy in here\nHold on, woo\nLook, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\nTalkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\nHuh? He ain't one of us\nYou lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\nI come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n(Huh, brrt, brrt)\nWe don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\nI pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\nKeep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\nHe put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n.38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\nWhen you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\nI dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\nA hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\nBut in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\nNow they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\nThey like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\nI really just bought that new LaFerrari\nRD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\nYeah, skrrt,\nYeah, grrt, baow\nYeah, haha, woo\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\nNiggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\nSwitch the VIN on a stoley\nSame nigga to the grave\nGotta watch them, Bentley topless\nGot the white like Milonakis\nI'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\nYou hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\nTryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\nShorty shape like she Creole\nIt's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\nI'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\nI'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\nMore white than a Nazi\nBig wheel still I duck the paparazzi\nNo time for no limelight\nAnd I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\nFuck them niggas on the other side\nOnly friend I got, he a dead guy\nIf you talk about him then the lead (fly)\nNiggas they act like they know me, huh\nTwo fours on 'em like Kobe\nDon't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\nYeah, Trav always tweakin\nI ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\nI'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\nDon't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\nForeign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\nBeen trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\nFuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\nWoo\nThrowin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\nDropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n(Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\nHow that's your wifey? For me she a eater\nIf it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\nThat boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n[00:02.99] Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n[00:07.43] Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n[00:14.65] Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n[00:20.14] Big 092, look, woo\n[00:26.88] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n[00:30.03] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n[00:33.52] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[00:35.24] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[00:37.10] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[00:39.08] I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n[00:40.67] Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n[00:42.12] Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n[00:45.03] Brady, haha, look, gang\n[00:47.62] It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n[00:51.71] Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n[00:55.19] I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n[00:58.21] And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n[01:01.63] And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n[01:05.37] Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n[01:08.06] -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n[01:11.12] He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n[01:14.93] I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n[01:18.28] Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n[01:22.19] Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n[01:26.80] (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n[01:30.33] (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n[01:34.66] Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n[01:39.66] Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n[01:43.69] I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n[01:47.62] We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n[01:49.08] I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n[01:52.48] He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n[01:56.06] When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n[01:59.03] I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n[02:02.13] But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n[02:05.94] They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n[02:09.27] RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n[02:11.15] Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n[02:18.29] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[02:20.69] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[02:24.03] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[02:26.67] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[02:28.50] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n[02:30.47] - watchin' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley\n[02:33.38] Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n[02:37.01] Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n[02:40.57] You hear me? -, huh, ready\n[02:43.20] Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n[02:47.05] It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n[02:50.34] I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n[02:53.75] Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n[02:57.27] And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n[02:59.47] - them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy\n[03:02.44] If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n[03:04.57] - they act like they know me, huh\n[03:06.27] Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n[03:09.48] Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n[03:12.83] I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n[03:16.53] Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n[03:19.18] Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n[03:22.56] F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n[03:24.92] Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n[03:27.07] Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n[03:31.72] How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n[03:33.56] If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n[03:35.20] That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n[03:54.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Defiant (feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI)\n  artist: Pop Smoke feat. Dread Woo & TRAVI\n  album: Faith (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Grrt, bah, bah, bah\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2990\n- text: Free the f- members, -, RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz\n  start_ms: 2990\n  end_ms: 7430\n- text: Alla them, -, don't f- around, -\n  start_ms: 7430\n  end_ms: 14650\n- text: Woo, woo, grrah, grrah\n  start_ms: 14650\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Big 092, look, woo\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 26880\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, bah)\n  start_ms: 26880\n  end_ms: 30030\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (bah, dummy)\n  start_ms: 30030\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 35240\n- text: If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  start_ms: 35240\n  end_ms: 37100\n- text: That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n  start_ms: 37100\n  end_ms: 39080\n- text: I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  start_ms: 39080\n  end_ms: 40670\n- text: Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend\n  start_ms: 40670\n  end_ms: 42120\n- text: Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (uh-yeah, woo)\n  start_ms: 42120\n  end_ms: 45030\n- text: Brady, haha, look, gang\n  start_ms: 45030\n  end_ms: 47620\n- text: It's just me and Pop (woo), don't need nobody else 'cause that'd be a extra witness (nah)\n  start_ms: 47620\n  end_ms: 51710\n- text: Movie get shot, them - put weight on his chest, no this ain't Planet Fitness (brrt-boom)\n  start_ms: 51710\n  end_ms: 55190\n- text: I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo, uh)\n  start_ms: 55190\n  end_ms: 58210\n- text: And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 58210\n  end_ms: 61630\n- text: And she drive the boat (drive), -ck in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it, uh)\n  start_ms: 61630\n  end_ms: 65370\n- text: Ask your girl, I'm the GOAT (facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (woo)\n  start_ms: 65370\n  end_ms: 68060\n- text: -, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah), tell 'em get back (woo, huh?)\n  start_ms: 68060\n  end_ms: 71120\n- text: He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hol' on, facts), he ain't make it back (uh)\n  start_ms: 71120\n  end_ms: 74930\n- text: I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (woo, burner), totin' on a strap (woo, yeah)\n  start_ms: 74930\n  end_ms: 78280\n- text: Who these - dressed in all black? (Grrt, bah, bah), huh, yo, Pop, them - cap (cap)\n  start_ms: 78280\n  end_ms: 82190\n- text: Haha, yo, Pop (woo), what the f- is crackin', my -? (Hol' on, hahaha, yeah) I see you\n  start_ms: 82190\n  end_ms: 86800\n- text: (Yeah, woo) goin' crazy here (yeah)\n  start_ms: 86800\n  end_ms: 90330\n- text: (Yeah, yeah) hol' on, woo (yeah)\n  start_ms: 90330\n  end_ms: 94660\n- text: Look, I'm like, \"Who that -?\" Who that -? Talkin' 'bout, \"What's stackin', what the f- is up?\"\n  start_ms: 94660\n  end_ms: 99660\n- text: Uh? You ain't one of us, you lookin' dirty, n-, you ain't one of us, nah\n  start_ms: 99660\n  end_ms: 103690\n- text: I come from the bottom, where - keep Ninas tucked (uh, brrt-brrt)\n  start_ms: 103690\n  end_ms: 107620\n- text: We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that -)\n  start_ms: 107620\n  end_ms: 109080\n- text: I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give and go (woo), keep five stones in his head like a mineral (bah)\n  start_ms: 109080\n  end_ms: 112480\n- text: He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt), .38 punchin' like Kimbo (bah-bah, bah-bah)\n  start_ms: 112480\n  end_ms: 116060\n- text: When you talkin' to me, -, remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  start_ms: 116060\n  end_ms: 119030\n- text: I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, uh, a hater, stealer and a liar (facts)\n  start_ms: 119030\n  end_ms: 122130\n- text: But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr), now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  start_ms: 122130\n  end_ms: 125940\n- text: They like, \"Pop, you on fire\" (fire), I really just bought the new LaFerrari\n  start_ms: 125940\n  end_ms: 129270\n- text: RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  start_ms: 129270\n  end_ms: 131150\n- text: Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrt, bah, yeah, haha, woo, woo\n  start_ms: 131150\n  end_ms: 138290\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  start_ms: 138290\n  end_ms: 140690\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  start_ms: 140690\n  end_ms: 144030\n- text: How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  start_ms: 144030\n  end_ms: 146670\n- text: If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  start_ms: 146670\n  end_ms: 148500\n- text: That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct\n  start_ms: 148500\n  end_ms: 150470\n- text: '- watchin'' like the Rollie (watch that), switch the VIN on the stoley'\n  start_ms: 150470\n  end_ms: 153380\n- text: Same - to the grave (grave), gotta watch them, Mille topless\n  start_ms: 153380\n  end_ms: 157010\n- text: Got the white like Milonakis, I'm in traffic, say, \"What's rockin'?\"\n  start_ms: 157010\n  end_ms: 160570\n- text: You hear me? -, huh, ready\n  start_ms: 160570\n  end_ms: 163200\n- text: Try to shave the wave off a BO, huh, shawty shaped like she Creole\n  start_ms: 163200\n  end_ms: 167050\n- text: It's - parole, -ck a CO, I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  start_ms: 167050\n  end_ms: 170340\n- text: I'm back uptown with the papis, more white than a N-\n  start_ms: 170340\n  end_ms: 173750\n- text: Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) no time for no limelight\n  start_ms: 173750\n  end_ms: 177270\n- text: And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night (prom)\n  start_ms: 177270\n  end_ms: 179470\n- text: '- them n-s on the other side (boom), only friend I got, he a dead guy'\n  start_ms: 179470\n  end_ms: 182440\n- text: If you talk about him, then the lead (fly)\n  start_ms: 182440\n  end_ms: 184570\n- text: '- they act like they know me, huh'\n  start_ms: 184570\n  end_ms: 186270\n- text: Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh\n  start_ms: 186270\n  end_ms: 189480\n- text: Yeah, TRAV always tweakin', I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense\n  start_ms: 189480\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: I'm preein' these -, the way that they envy\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 196530\n- text: Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty\n  start_ms: 196530\n  end_ms: 199180\n- text: Foreign - givin' minds in a Bentley, been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  start_ms: 199180\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: F- a Uber, threw that -ch in the renty, woo\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 204920\n- text: Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrt, nah, bah)\n  start_ms: 204920\n  end_ms: 207070\n- text: Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts, dummy)\n  start_ms: 207070\n  end_ms: 211720\n- text: How that's your wifey? For me, she a eater\n  start_ms: 211720\n  end_ms: 213560\n- text: If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  start_ms: 213560\n  end_ms: 215200\n- text: That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)\n  start_ms: 215200\n  end_ms: 234970\nplain: |-\n  Grrt, baow, baow, baow\n  Free the fuckin' members, nigga\n  Rj, Dafi, SP, Keggz\n  All of them, nigga\n  Don't fuck around, nigga\n  Woo, woo\n  Grrah, grrah\n  Big 092, look\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady,don't be the receiver (brrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brrt)\n  Send that boy up, catch a flight on the weekend\n  Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo)\n  (Brady, haha, look, gang)\n  It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else\n  'Cause that'd be an extra witness\n  Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest\n  No, this ain't Planet Fitness (baow)\n  I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots (woo, woo)\n  And you know how we tease the opp\n  Drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah)\n  And she drive the boat (drive)\n  Dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (shake it)\n  Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts)\n  Can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo)\n  Bitch, it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (woo, yeah)\n  Tell 'em get back (woo)\n  He gettin' flipped thought it was a pack (hold on, facts)\n  He ain't make it back (uh)\n  Call up Shank, you know we movin' tact (woo, burner)\n  Totin' on a strap (woo)\n  Who are these niggas dressed in all black? (Baow)\n  Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap)\n  Hahaha\n  Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you\n  Hold on, hahaha\n  I see you\n  Goin' crazy in here\n  Hold on, woo\n  Look, I'm like, \"Who that nigga?\" (Who that nigga?)\n  Talkin' 'bout \"What's stackin', what the fuck is up?\"\n  Huh? He ain't one of us\n  You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah\n  I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked\n  (Huh, brrt, brrt)\n  We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that nigga)\n  I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go (woo)\n  Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow)\n  He put pep at his lid like a Mento (brrt)\n  .38 punchin' like Kimbo (pow, pow, pow)\n  When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (giant)\n  I dropped outta school, I'm defiant (huh)\n  A hate a stealer and a liar (facts)\n  But in the jungle I'm a lion (grr)\n  Now they see me on a flyer (brrt, brrt)\n  They like, \"Poppy on fire\" (Fire)\n  I really just bought that new LaFerrari\n  RD like, \"Send me the wire\" (woo, woo)\n  Yeah, skrrt,\n  Yeah, grrt, baow\n  Yeah, haha, woo\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct\n  Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that)\n  Switch the VIN on a stoley\n  Same nigga to the grave\n  Gotta watch them, Bentley topless\n  Got the white like Milonakis\n  I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'\n  You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready\n  Tryna shave the wave off a BO, huh\n  Shorty shape like she Creole\n  It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO\n  I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' griot\n  I'm back uptown with the papis (uh-huh)\n  More white than a Nazi\n  Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi\n  No time for no limelight\n  And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night\n  Fuck them niggas on the other side\n  Only friend I got, he a dead guy\n  If you talk about him then the lead (fly)\n  Niggas they act like they know me, huh\n  Two fours on 'em like Kobe\n  Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginobli, huh\n  Yeah, Trav always tweakin\n  I ride with some apes and I'm never on defense\n  I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy\n  Don't talk 'bout my money but I'm stackin' plenty\n  Foreign bitches givin' maza in the Bentley\n  Been trappin' all day, man, I just hit a ten-piece\n  Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty\n  Woo\n  Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (grrt, baow)\n  Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher\n  (Facts) (dickhead, dummy)\n  How that's your wifey? For me she a eater\n  If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo)\n  That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precinct (watch this)\n"}]