Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & Quavo
Pop Smoke & Lil Baby & DaBaby
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & Swae Lee
Pop Smoke & Quavo & Future
Pop Smoke & Rowdy Rebel
Pop Smoke & 50 Cent & Roddy Ricch
Pop Smoke & Tyga & Quavo
Pop Smoke & KAROL G
Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & King Combs
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & Fivio Foreign
Pop Smoke & Fivio Foreign
Pop Smoke & DAFI WOO
Pop Smoke & Dread Woo
Pop Smoke & Davido
Pop Smoke & PnB Rock
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & Jamie Foxx
Pop Smoke & Gunna & Young Thug
Pop Smoke & A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & Queen Naija
Pop Smoke & King Combs & Calboy
Pop Smoke & Burna Boy
Be Clearr is the 31st song on the deluxe edititon of Pop Smoke´s posthumous album Shoot for the Stars Aim for the Moon. It is also the last track on the deluxe edition not including the remixes featuring artists that the original doesn´t.
[Chorus]
Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear
[Verse 1]
I just pulled up to TD in i8
We all getting money, then why hate?
Smoove hesi' the renty, like why wait?
We the hottest in the tri-state
My niggas gon' raise up the crime rate
If you try to play with me
So don't play with me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up to the party, guess what we in?
"Who comin' in?" I'm like, "All of us"
I'm from a town where we pour the Henny in double cups
It's enough Henny for all of us
We getting money, we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi, designer stuff
Just pulled twenty K, I've been getting my way
Top down in the Wraith, baddie giving me face
AP from a touch down, I just pulled from a Chase
Shout out my lawyer, he just beat my case
[Chorus]
Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear
[Verse 2]
Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith
I ain't jackin' a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck, call me Bobby Boucher
Reach and I pull the trigger
I don't care who fake, I fuck with the real
I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters
Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith
I ain't jackin' a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck, call me Bobby Boucher
Reach and I pull the trigger
I don't care who fake, I fuck with the real
I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters
[Chorus]
Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear