Pop Smoke – More Time

Finally The Long Awaited Song From The Late American Hip-Hop Star Pop Smoke I’d Out And This Music Is Titled “More Time”.

Actually this amazing tune is popped out of his Newly Released Album Which is titled “Faith”, and its Released in The 16th Day Of July 2021.



Listen up below!.


Pop Smoke – More Time MP3 DOWNLOAD




Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Keep the intro

Oh, my boy, you already know




More time

Melly and D-Nice still in the cage, more time

That ain’t gon’ stop us from getting paid, more time

Certain things ain’t never gonna change, never speak to them guys without your lawyer ’cause they giving more time

My mans died, I put him on a chain, more time

A lot of niggas can’t handle the pain, more time

I’m a hard animal to tame, saw my son killer sitting on the train, give a nigga more time




If my mans down, nigga, I up and get ’em

Max Payne, I’m doing TECs and Berettas

Never trust a boy, it’s always a setup

If I see an opp, I bet I’ma wet ’em

New speed, I bet I change up the level

Make it rain, I bet I change up the weather

To walk through, I need twenty five and better

Old hundreds, have ’em sticking together

Louis V and Amiri the denim

My mans up top rocking Gucci sweaters

Red bottoms, Rollies in the pen

Pinky ring Cartier lens

Ride around big body Benz

Blacked out, all you see is tints

See, me, I ain’t worried ’bout men

Act up, get a shot to your chin

Hollow tips got acquired taste

Gas straight, but my brother an ape

Catch a body, then I’m back in the cave

If you don’t got a body, you can’t relate

If you don’t bang, you can’t get in the car

Big woo, know I’m shooting them stars

Mama begging me to pray to Allah

Walk in the mall, niggas know who we are

Forty-one millimeter plain jane

Niggas get locked up, start naming names

Pussy nigga, get the fuck out my way

Ma, I’m sorry, I’m just stuck in my ways


Black hair by the Regis and Pello

I like my bitch Spanish, she yellow

Her ass fat, feel like Jello

She said she want Chane-ne

Pop Smoke on the TV (Ah)

I did fifteen on my check-ins (Yeah)

She said she didn’t believe me (Nah)

Until I pulled up in a foreign (Ah)

And I cashed out on a TD

Snowman like Jeezy

VS, I’m freezing

Red bottoms, I’m bleeding

Louboutin when I’m stepping

Stone Cold what I’m repping

Big .38 for the weapon (Ah)

Man down, check the scoreboard

I’m a bulldog with this .44

Break legs like Paul George

Said, I break legs like Paul George