Kid Cudi, Skepta, Pop Smoke - Show Out (Lyrics)

Kid Cudi, Skepta, Pop Smoke - Show Out (Lyrics)
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➥ Lyrics:

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ah, uh, uh
Look

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Show out, show up (Grrt)
Back out, pole up
Man down, roll up
Man down, roll up
Show out, show up (Grrt)
Back out, pole up
Man down, roll up
Man down, roll up

[Verse 1: Skepta]
All my nggas is ready to go
Pop Smoke, big smoke
Clippin’ the stick, stickin’ the coke (Boom)
And they got guns same size as Kevin Hart
Please don’t think it’s a joke
Back on tour with the gang and it’s sold out
Twenty-two dates, I ain’t missin’ a show
Got the ladies hittin’ my phone (Brr)
Got the mandem hittin’ the woah (Greaze)
Me plus ten on the list, they know how I’m comin’, I’m bringin’ the bros
And I got G’s that’s stuck in the trap, no government name, they stick to the code (Ice)
Left wrist Audemars Piguet, right wrist whippin’ the whip on the stove
You don’t care ‘bout fame, you just tryna get rich on the low

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Kid Cudi]
Show out, show up (See us pull up, pull up, grrt)
Back out, pole up (Got ‘em runnin’, runnin’, runnin’)
Man down, roll up (Roll the Fronto, get right)
Man down, roll up (We are supremes, you see what I mean?)
Show out, show up (See us pull up, pull up, grrt)
Back out, pole up (Got ‘em runnin’, runnin’, runnin’)
Man down, roll up (Roll the Fronto, get right)
Man down, roll up (We are supremes, you see what I mean?)

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Me and the team runnin’ up, hittin’ up, sendin’ up, get ‘em on impact (Blaow)
Pull up on scene, have ‘em all lookin’, we stuntin’, no, can not forget that (Uh)
Gather my nggas, the real, I mean (Yeah)
Look in that mirror, see who you are (Are)
All of this evil that’s in my way, I pray to God, we’re over arms
Don’t care, drip, get grip, hands all over these chips, watch this clip
No, see, I ain’t no bitch when I’m bent
I’m probably with chicks, the man, the myth
See, I’m not totin’ no .9 (Uh)
Focus on runnin’ these lives, believe (Believe)
Who could it be?
Why are my feelings so hellish? The devil, indeed (Huh)

[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Who do you hear me call out? Ayy (Yeah)
Who do you hear me call out? Ayy (Uh)
Am I lost? Wait for me, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
Dream on, fly away (Yeah), dream on (Uh)
Who do you hear me call out? Ayy (Yeah)
Who do you hear me call out? Ayy (Go)
Am I lost? Wait for me, what’s it cost? Everything
Dream on, fly away, dream on

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Kid Cudi]
Show out, show up (See us pull up, pull up, grrt)
Back out, pole up (Got ‘em runnin’, runnin’, runnin’)
Man down, roll up (Roll the Fronto, get right)
Man down, roll up (We are supremes, you see what I mean?)
Show out, show up (See us pull up, pull up, grrt)
Back out, pole up (Got ‘em runnin’, runnin’, runnin’)
Man down, roll up (Roll the Fronto, get right)
Man down, roll up (We are supremes, you see what I mean?)