Pop Smoke – Got It on Me lyrics It’s a lot of talkin’ my n—- Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Look Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Fifty stacks up in this deck, I won’t let ’em Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Mercy on me
Look
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky
no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me (Talk that s—), I got it on me
You can run up if you want (F— is you talking ’bout?)
It’s Pop Smoke, n—– know me
Keep two fours like I’m Kobe
Is you ridin’ or you hidin’?
If you slidin’ then you owe me
Run up, catch cold feet
N—– act tough, then call police
I don’t make friends, yeah, I make bands
Got some Ray Bans with some OG
This AR be my trophy
Shoot first, n—- shoot back
09, n—– woo back
N—-
automatic when the woo clap
Shoot first, n—- shoot back
09, n—– woo back
N—- automatic when the woo clap (Automatic when the woo clap)
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me, I got it on
me
You can run up if you want
HD n—–, two Berettas
Shoot first and do yourself a favor
Report like I’m Craig Sager
Back out, n—– ain’t with the bluffin’
Drac’ boom, n—- shoot you for nothin’
Ten toes on your block like I’m drummin’
Ask K, I have a blicky rollin’ (It’s Pop Smoke)
It’s that n—- from the floss, yeah, b—- right back
And I don’t politic ’cause n—– ain’t like that
I drop a slip or two and get a light
pack
And I don’t care if you losin’, still fight back
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me, I got it on me
You can run up if you want
CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mercy
It's a lot of talkin' my n***a
Look
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
I don't look to the sky no mo'
'Cause I got it on me
I got it on me (Talk that sh*t), I got it on me
You can run up if you want (f**k is you talking 'bout?)
Look
It's Pop Smoke, n***as know me
Keep two fours like I'm Kobe
Is you ridin' or you hidin'?
If you slidin' then you owe me
Run up, catch cold feet
n***as act tough, then call police
I don't make friends, yeah, I make bands
Got some Ray Bans with some OG
This AR be my trophy
Shoot first, n***a shoot back
09, n***as woo back
n***a automatic when the woo clap
Shoot first, n***a shoot back
09, n***as woo back
n***a automatic when the woo clap (Automatic when the woo clap)
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Yeah, I don't
cry no mo'
I don't look to the sky no mo'
'Cause I got it on me
I got it on me, I got it on me
You can run up if you want
Fifty stacks up in this deck, I won't let 'em
HD n***as, two Berettas
Shoot first and do yourself a favor
Report like I'm Craig Sager
Back out, n***as ain't with the bluffin'
Drac' boom, n***a shoot you for nothin'
Ten toes on your block like I'm drummin'
Ask K, I have a blicky rollin' (It's Pop Smoke)
It's that n***a
from the floss, yeah, b*t*h right back
And I don't politic 'cause n***as ain't like that
I drop a slip or two and get a light pack
And I don't care if you losin', still fight back
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many,
many men
Wish death 'pon me
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
I don't look to the sky no mo'
'Cause I got it on me
I got it on me, I got it on me
You can run up if you want
Mercy on me
Look Have mercy on many men Look Have
mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me
I got it on me
You can run up if you want
It’s Pop
Smoke, n**gas know me
Keep two fours like I’m Kobe
Is you ridin’ or you hidin’
If you slidin’, then you owe me
Run up, catch cold feet
N**gas act tough, then call police
I don’t make friends, yeah, I make bands
Got some Ray Bans with some OG
This AR be my trophy
Shoot first, n**gas shoot back
09, n**gas woo back
N**ga automatic when the woo clap
Shoot first, n**gas shoot back
09, n**gas woo back
N**ga automatic when the woo clap
Have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me, I got it on me
You can run up if you want
Fifty stacks up in this deck, I won’t let ’em
HD n**gas, two Berettas
Shoot first and do
yourself a favor
Report like I’m Craig Sager
Back out, n**gas ain’t with the bluffin’
Drac’ boom, n**ga shoot you for nothin’
Ten toes on your block like I’m drummin’
Ask K, I haνe a blicky rollin’
It’s that n**ga from the floss, yeah, b**ch right back
And I don’t politic ’cause n**gas ain’t like that
I drop a slip or two and get a light pack
And I don’t care if you
losin’, still fight back
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Don’t let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Yeah, I don’t cry no mo’
I don’t look to the sky no mo’
‘Cause I got it on me
I got it on me, I got it on me
You can run up if you want
Mercy on me…
➤ Written by Young Devante, 50 Cent, Darrell
“Digga” Branch, Luis Resto & Pop Smoke
Album: Shoot for the Stars, Aim for the Moon
Produced by Young Devante, Darrell “Digga” Branch & Luis Resto
Pop Smoke | 2020