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Kid Cudi, Skepta & Pop Smoke Show Out

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
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, roll up
Man down, roll up
Man down, roll up

[Verse 1: Skepta]
All of my niggas is ready to go, Pop Smoke
Big smoke, clippin' the stick, stickin' the coke
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
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, it's pull up, pull up)
Back out, roll up (Got 'em runnin', runnin', runnin')
Man down, roll up (Roll the fronto get right)
Man down, roll up (Wear this Supreme to see what I mean)
Show out, show up (See, it's pull up, pull up)
Back out, roll up (Got 'em runnin', runnin', runnin')
Man down, roll up (Roll the fronto get right)
Man down, roll up (Wear this Supreme to see what I mean)

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Me and the team runnin' up, hittin' up, sendin' up, get 'em on impact
Pull up on scene, had on my look and we stuntin', no, can not forget that
Got all my niggas, they're real to me
Look in that mirror and see who you are
All of this evil that's in my way, I pray to God, we're over arms
Hands all over these chips, watch this clip
No, see I ain't no bitch when I'm bit
See, I'm not totin' no .9, focus on runnin' these lives, believe
Who can it be?
Why are my feelings so hellish, to the devil, indeed?

[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Who can you hear me call out? Yeah
Who do you hear me call out? Yeah
Am I lost? Wait for me, ooh
Dream on, fly away, dream on
Who can you hear me call out? Yeah
Who do you hear me call out? Yeah
Am I lost? Wait for me, it's a cost everyday
Dream on, fly away, dream on

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Kid Cudi]
Show out, show up (See us pull up, pull up)
Back out, roll up (Got 'em runnin', runnin', runnin')
Man down, roll up (Roll the fronto get right)
Man down, roll up (Wear this Surpreme to see what I mean)
Show out, show up (See, it's colorful)
Back out, roll up (Got 'em runnin', runnin', runnin')
Man down, roll up (Roll the fronto get right)
Man down, roll up (Wear this Supreme to see what I mean)
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