[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
My bitch love coco (Haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Haha, yeah)
Let me see some, okay, okay (Shoutout bro), okay, okay

[Verse: Pop Smoke]
Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (Yeah)
I'm from the Floss where n***as 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 n***as jokes (Haha)
Dread like, "Who these n***as?" (Who these n***as?)
"I don't know" (I don't know), but I'm on go (Woo)
And I'm in that Bugatti, movin' too hotty (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 (That n***a)

[Outro: Pop Smoke]
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay