[Intro: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
(AXL)
You know what it is
When you hear that, ha
Tired of these niggas cappin' (Tired of these niggas cappin')
(TrapHouseMob)
Niggas runnin' their jewels (Niggas runnin' their jewels)
Okay, okay
(This is a Melo beat)
They ain't expectin' this one
From the Brooklyn Bridge, South Bronx
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
My bitch go loco (Loco, haha, it's how I roll, ha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby)
Woo (Haha, yeah, ha)
Let me see some (Ha)
Okay, okay (I see ya)
Okay, okay
[Verse 1: French Montana & Pop Smoke]
Montana (Okay, okay)
Is that your whip? (Okay, okay)
Is that your bitch? (Okay, okay)
Wanna catch me slippin' (Okay, okay)
Put this on my hip (Okay, okay)
I got a thing for Bugattis
My youngins itching to body
And I ain't lookin' behind
I cut that rearview on the side (Okay, okay)
I got French over like Vanessa
Williams in the millions, forty cop on her dresser (Dresser)
It's that South Bronx, baby
Loko, loko (Loko), dough boy, loko
Nigeria, loko, loko, ball, couldn't go pro
Watch your leg, David shoot it out with the po-po (Uh-huh)
They be like, "Coke boys, goddamn, where's the cocaine" (Uh-huh)
Half a mill for a show
Goddamn, came from the four train (Uh-huh)
Still live by the cold main
Twenty-four karat on my gold chain (Bling)
Four finger gold ring
Still have the old one
(AXL)
You know what it is
When you hear that, ha
Tired of these niggas cappin' (Tired of these niggas cappin')
(TrapHouseMob)
Niggas runnin' their jewels (Niggas runnin' their jewels)
Okay, okay
(This is a Melo beat)
They ain't expectin' this one
From the Brooklyn Bridge, South Bronx
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
My bitch go loco (Loco, haha, it's how I roll, ha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby)
Woo (Haha, yeah, ha)
Let me see some (Ha)
Okay, okay (I see ya)
Okay, okay
[Verse 1: French Montana & Pop Smoke]
Montana (Okay, okay)
Is that your whip? (Okay, okay)
Is that your bitch? (Okay, okay)
Wanna catch me slippin' (Okay, okay)
Put this on my hip (Okay, okay)
I got a thing for Bugattis
My youngins itching to body
And I ain't lookin' behind
I cut that rearview on the side (Okay, okay)
I got French over like Vanessa
Williams in the millions, forty cop on her dresser (Dresser)
It's that South Bronx, baby
Loko, loko (Loko), dough boy, loko
Nigeria, loko, loko, ball, couldn't go pro
Watch your leg, David shoot it out with the po-po (Uh-huh)
They be like, "Coke boys, goddamn, where's the cocaine" (Uh-huh)
Half a mill for a show
Goddamn, came from the four train (Uh-huh)
Still live by the cold main
Twenty-four karat on my gold chain (Bling)
Four finger gold ring
Still have the old one
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.