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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
CHASE B
CHASE B
Vocals
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Vocals
Luxury Tax
Luxury Tax
Vocals
Sheck Wes
Sheck Wes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Andre Loblack
Andre Loblack
Songwriter
Abdul-aziz Manalla Yusuf
Abdul-aziz Manalla Yusuf
Songwriter
Peter Klapka
Peter Klapka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808 Melo
Producer
AX.L
AX.L
Co-Producer
Nate Alford
Nate Alford
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

AXL Hahaha, huh? Hahaha Tired of niggas cappin' (tired of niggas cappin') Trap House Mob Niggas frontin' their jewels (yeah, this is a Melo beat) They ain't expectin' this one (and it's like that) Facts, my bitch love coco Woo back, baby (woo back, baby) Woo (haha, yeah) Let me see some Okay, okay (I see it) Okay, okay Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (yeah) I'm from the Floss where niggas tote (woah) They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (bah) Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the cho (brr) I gotta laugh, 'cause these niggas jokes Dread like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these niggas?) "I don't know" (I don't know), but I'm on go (woo) And I'm in that Bugatti, movin' two hundred (bah) Givin' pumps, like, "Who shot ya?" (Brr) Me and Trey, that's four choppers (woo) Man down (woo), all you see is helicopters (grr) Paramedics pick him up, they gon' send him to the doctor (get that nigga) I'm in the hood like an engine, revvin' (Trey, get that nigga) My checks is clearin' (woo, woo), your checks is pending (woo, woo) And I got a couple gangstas, let me know (it's a fact) If you want smoke (if you want smoke) 'Cause, boy, I can send 'em (boy, I can send 'em) And I got a bad bitch, ass up Face down (face down), yeah, she love doggy style (uh-huh) And she got a Louis bag (yeah), that hold the extendo (woo, woo) Okay, okay (okay, okay) Okay, okay Facts, my bitch love coco Woo back, baby (woo back, baby) Woo Let me see some Okay, okay (I see it) Okay, okay (turn around) My bitch love coco Woo back, baby (woo back, baby) Woo Let me see some Okay, okay (I see it) Okay, okay (right) Got it jumpin out the zoo, seein' red, seein' blue (yeah) Young La Flame, how it moves, Pop Flare how it- (woo) Bring my hands out, try to hide my face Duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate (yeah) I took a chance, it's a lot to take I took a right, ended up right away (straight up) She need a chunk, not a piece (alright) It cost me three for the keys (keys) Not the work but the V She let it twirl to the beat I send the work, bet it reach (reach) Wearin' pearls, expensive beads (beads) I only hurl at my peeps (it's lit) Cuts, diamond cuts, out in public Two cups of the stuff, now I'm up Coco Chanel when she tuck it We bunk, get a nut (nah-nah-nah-nah-nah) My bitch love coco (haha) Woo back, baby (woo back, baby) Woo Let me see some Okay, okay (I see it) Okay, okay (turn around) My bitch love coco (haha) Woo back, baby (woo back, baby) Woo! Let me see some Okay, okay (I see it) Okay, okay (turn around)
Writer(s): Manalla Abdulaziz Yusuf, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Andre Michael Loblack, Jacques Webster, Klapka Petr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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