“Pop Smoke (Ft. Tyga) – Bugatti Baby* Lyrics”
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
My bitch go loco
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look, manslaughter and homicides, whole bunch o’ niggas die
Whole bunch o’ babies cry, lookin’ up, I wonder why
I’m still screaming R.I.P. to all my fallen soldiers
From now on, I’m givin’ hard shells like tacos, big woo, I’m not choo
Still duckin’ potholes and still dumpin’ that Tahoe
I ain’t gon’ front I’m a leader man, I been rollin’ beaters man
Hit home runs like jeter man, keep pipes like I’m peter pan
Dripped in Adidas, man, and I wish it would fit
Think about robbin’ me and you gon’ catch a full clip
I’m from the Flossy where niggas keep that steel around here
Couple lions, no folks but gorillas ’round here
If you don’t bang what I bang, then don’t chill around here
Bullets sang, yeah, you fuck around, you get killed around here
Double G, Givenchy tee, Amiri Jeans for the Denim
I’m in Manhattan in the stores, if I want ’em, I get ’em
Don’t trust a soul ’cause niggas play dumb if you let ’em
Act tough if you want, until I send ’em to Heaven
Mo got the aim, Berettas lift ’em up
Paramedics pick ’em up, break ’em down in a dutch
My mans down, I get him up