GATTI JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke & Travis Scott

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
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)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Facts, 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 1: Pop Smoke]
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 (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' 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 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