We Made It (Jay Gwuapo Demo)

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[Intro: Pop Smoke]

(Rico's going crazy again)

Uh, we come from the trenches, nigga

Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Woo, grrt)

Know what I'm sayin'?

Fifty cent cake, now we eat Philippe's steak (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Nigga, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]

Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight

I used to eat fifty-cent cake

Now, it's Philippe's, it's Philippe's for the steak

And hella thots up in the Wraith

I can't wifе that thot, tell that bitch, "Get out of my face"

Wе killed your big brother, we killed your little brother

She suckin' dick at the way, I nutted on her face

I left it all on her face

Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf

I got shit you never heard of, buy it, I don't care what it cost, no

And I always keep a pole

Rain, snow, I did a hundred on a pro

If you droppin' a woo, we come where you live, Glock 9, infrared

Pull up, and empty the clip, woo

Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin' reckless

Please, do not play wit' me, nigga, I keep a K wit' me

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Jay Gwuapo]

Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Nigga, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)

Nigga, we made it (Huh, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Jay Gwuapo]

Bro put hundred racks in the duffle (Hundred racks in the duffle)

Nigga we made it far from the trenches

When I got a bag I just kept in humble (Bag)

I wear all this Louis V when I'm steppin' (Louis V)

The way that I'm drippin' wetter than a puddle

I'd be lyin' if I say I love you

But I really love it when we get to fuck (Huh)

I hit fast, I know that she a slut

I'm feelin' smack rollin' up a blunt (Ooh)

I put them killers on a nigga ass and you better act brrt, nigga gettin' done (Brrt)

I'm in a new Porsche, this a two-door

Gotta ride with a truck, got a friend (Gotta ride with a truck, got a friend)

Nigga, we made it, we come from the trenches

Now we tryna double these riches that we make (Double these)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke with Jay Gwuapo]

Nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Nigga, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)

Nigga, we made it