Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to Pop Smoke’s new song titled “44 Bulldog”. The song was produced by MoraBeats & MobzBeatz.
Pop Smoke 44 Bulldog
The long-awaited release of Pop Smoke’s debut album arrived on Friday. A bittersweet moment, it’s evident that he would’ve been an absolute star if he were here to celebrate the release of Shoot For The Stars, Aim For The Moon. His sound was becoming more refined, as were his gruff vocals. His debut album is packed with anthems including from collaborations with Quavo (3x) to the 50 Cent & Roddy Ricch collab “The Woo.” Standing alongside both his peers, like Roddy and elder statesmen like Fif, was only confirmation that he was an essential voice ushering in a new generation of rap.
Pop Smoke – 44 Bulldog (prod. MoraBeats & MobzBeatz)
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, ha
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ get that, get that
Brodie gon’ brrt that, brrt that
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ brrt that, brrt that
Brodie gon’ get that, get that
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Grrt
[Chorus]
.44 Bulldog, make ’em get back (Bah)
I ain’t with the talk or the chit chat (Uh-huh)
All you hatin’ ass niggas better sit back (Boom)
Or you gon’ be the next one to get they shit snatched (Boom, boom)
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin’ (Grrt)
I need the alc’ ’cause I’m allergic to the cuffin’ (Oh)
And I ain’t with the talk or discussions (Look)
Know some niggas that’ll shoot you for nothin’ (Grrt)
[Verse 1]
I call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady
Niggas gettin’ no bread ’cause they lazy (Lazy)
Let me tell ya why the opp niggas hate me (Why they hate?)
‘Cause all the opp niggas know I be flexin’ (Flexin’)
And I did fifteen on my check-in (Uh)
And it’s big Louboutin when I’m steppin’ (Steppin’)
And it’s big .38 for the weapon (Grrt)
Or I call J.R. with the Wesson (Grrt-bah)
They call Trav, call me Filayo (Filayo)
Niggas know you got the apes on the payroll
Niggas slide through ya block with a Draco (Bah)
Nigga nun, do a move if I say no (Nah)
Dunk on that nigga, Tatum (Woo)
All of y’all niggas, Dave ’em (Uh-huh)
Stay with the Zoes, Haitians (Woo, grrt-bah)
Big 23, sanctioned (Okay)
[Chorus]
.44 Bulldog, make ’em get back (Bah, grrt)
I ain’t with the talk or the chit chat (Brrt)
All you hatin’ ass niggas better sit back (Sit back)
Or you gon’ be the next one to get they shit snatched
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin’ (Uh-huh)
I need the alc’ ’cause I’m allergic to the cuffin’ (Bah)
And I ain’t with the talk or discussions (Uh-huh)
Know some niggas that’ll shoot you for nothin’ (Grrt)
[Verse 2]
Sun out (Boom), gun out (Boom)
Run down, what now? (Bah)
Flossy, the jungle the playground (Bah)
Back out the chop, we gon’ spray rounds (Bah)
Big Fendi bag, no Sprayground (Boom)
Aim for your head, we don’t spray ground (Uh-huh)
Everybody know that I’m GG (Uh)
I’m still in the hood, smokin’ headlight (Brrt)
Do you know the ’09 to the 2T? (Bah)
Posted in the Floss, they be wildin’ (Bah)
Brodie got locked for the hammer (Woo)
Free Rock, get off the island (Boom)
’09 to the Glock like dem wayz (Dem wayz)
And I keep a chop like sensei (Uh)
Niggas move hot, I ain’t say nothin’ (Bah)
‘Cause I’ma lay low ’til that day come (Woo)
[Chorus]
.44 Bulldog, make ’em get back (Get back)
I ain’t with the talk or the chit chat (Bah)
All you hatin’ ass niggas better sit back (Bah)
Or you gon’ be the next one to get they shit snatched (Grrt)
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin’ (Bah)
I need the alc’ ’cause I’m allergic to the cuffin’ (Boom)
And I ain’t with the talk or discussions (Uh-huh)
Know some niggas that’ll shoot you for nothin’ (Woo)
