Pop Smoke – Element (Audio, Lyrics)

Throwback to Pop Smoke’s “Element” song, passing away two years ago. The track was produced by Yoz Beatz. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Pop Smoke Element

Two years ago today, February 19th, the world said an untimely goodbye to 20-year-old Pop Smoke, who was tragically killed in a Los Angeles home invasion robbery just as his career was taking off.

In commemoration of the Brooklyn-born drill artist’s life, today we’re sharing one of his biggest – and arguably best – hits, “Element,” which was featured on Meet The Woo 2, a 13-track project that arrived less than two weeks before Pop’s death.

In the time since his 2020 murder,  Pop Smoke’s label has shared both Shoot For The Stars Aim For The Moon (released July 2020) and Faith (released July 2021).

Earlier this year, it was announced that another posthumous album from the late star could be coming soon, which quickly prompted outrage from many fans. “Nobody wants new Pop Smoke music because it ain’t even Pop Smoke music,” one Twitter user wrote at the time.

Pop Smoke – Element (prod. Yoz Beatz)

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Lyrics

[Chorus]
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I’m steppin’ in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell ’em send ’em in
I had the Lambo, switch to the ‘Rari
I’m a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, I’m cold-hearted

[Verse]
That’s why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, “Wow, I’m on the TV”
I can’t fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin’ up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal and she freaky
I have her hangin’ off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once ’cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don’t need it
I’d rather have my money green like kiwi
I don’t talk to niggas ’cause they be cappin’
Disrespect me and see what happen
I don’t make a call for war, I start snappin’
Grr, them bullets blastin’
All the opps mad that I lapped them
He said, “What’s stackin’?” Nothin’ but my money
‘Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain’t a pretty boy, but I ain’t ugly
And I’ll take your bitch in a second
If she a real one, then I’ll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it’s all VVS and flower settings

[Chorus]
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I’m steppin’ in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell ’em send ’em in
I had the Lambo, switch to the ‘Rari
I’m a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, I’m cold-hearted

[Outro]
Yoz, what you tellin’ me?