Merci Beaucoup Pop Smoke

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Woo (Haha)
Wait
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry (Bah)
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry, huh, wait (Bah, woo)
Hahaha (Hahaha)
Yeah, hol' on
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse: Pop Smoke]
Catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry, catch a opp and I'm takin' his jewelry
Look, I said, "Don't get it twisted, just 'cause I smile a lot, that don't mean I'm with the foolery" (Bah)
When I walk in my school, all the staff "Woo" at me, I'm like, "You used to tutor me" (What?)
I stay in the cut like a Band-Aid (Cut) and that's where my shooters be (Bah)
Run down, gun tucked, tool on me, tool on me (Grrrt, woo)
Rah Swish, Pop Smoke (Pop Smoke), they do not know what you started
I pop a perc', go retarded, then mack up the 'Rari, then fuck in my grandma' departmеnt
I'm rockin' Louis V, Louis V (Louis V) 'cause I ain't too pressed with Dior
No tеlling, but I'm the Messiah, now I'm the creator, I got the drip in my pools
I can not never, I could never kiss a whore
Fuck her life up, then go up on tour, huh, she know we up on the board
I got the four-five tucked in my drawers, they like, "What's on your ring?", eleven Carats
That come with a bad bitch and a mansion and she from Paris
Merci beaucoup (Merci beaucoup), I don't got nothin' to prove (Nah)
It's either you win or you lose, it's either you win or you lose
And I don't really care what your gang claim, all I know is my niggas is woo
Saucin', hol' on, woos, huh, I shoot a nigga out the coupe, wait