Bugatti Baby (feat. Tyga) Pop Smoke (Ft. Tyga)

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
AXL
Uh?
Tired of niggas cappin' (Tired of niggas cappin')
Trap House Mob
Niggas frontin' their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat)
That is not them

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
(Facts) Look, my bitch go loco (Loco, haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Woo)
Let me see some' (Let me see some'), okay, okay (I see ya), okay, okay (Don't fuck around)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look, you cannot say "Pop" and forget the "Smoke"(Nah)
I'm from the Floss, where niggas tote (Woo)
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (Baow)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' a Choo (Brr)
I gotta laugh, 'cause these niggas jokes (Haha)
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?" (Grrt)
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 (Hahaha)
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)