文本歌词

Lyrics by：Bashar Jackson/Michael Stevenson/Quavious Marshall
Composed by：Dijon McFarlane/Uforo Ebong/Bashar Jackson/Michael Stevenson/Quavious Marshall
Pop Smoke：
Bongo ByTheWay
Mustard on the beat ho
Look
Pop Smoke I'm on some west coast s**t
Pop Smoke
In New York I got a west coast b***h
West coast
Huncho on that west coast s**t
Woo
Left wrist both wrists and some bricks
Woo
If the opps is in the spot red dot 'em
Rah
Somebody call Batman I'm robbin'
Brrt
I got 'em smoke I pop 'em
Put the b***h on Prada and now she proper
Tyga：
T-Raww I'm on some west coast s**t
Business
LaFeezy live on the Sunset Strip
Yah T-Raw
Today was a good day fly as a blimp
Aight ah ah
I just booked a round trip
I don't argue with the b***h
No
And my Spanish b***h talk spicy with the lips
When the car worth a M
You don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price cost an arm leg and limb
Yah Ayy
When you in the light n***as wanna steer you dim
Bit'
Where you get that from n***as gotta say it's him
Wunna copied my flow I switch this s**t again
N***as ain't put the work they don't celebrate the win
When you was ballin' with your b***h
I was shootin' in the gym motherf**ker ah
Pop Smoke I'm on some west coast s**t
Pop Smoke
In New York I got a west coast b***h
West coast
Huncho on that west coast s**t
Woo
Left wrist both wrists and some bricks
Woo
If the opps is in the spot red dot 'em
Rah
Somebody call Batman I'm robbin'
Brrt
I got 'em smoke I pop 'em
Put the b***h on Prada and now she proper
Pop Smoke：
Christian Louboutins like I set the pasta
But I'll still steam his a*s I'll grab him
I'm in that new Dior Quay in that Prada
Don't get it confused I'll drop him
Four door n***as ridin' strap get straight
Hacked to the back
We don't play disrespect real talk this not just rap
Gang ties in my tat 22's in the shed
Shotgun in my bag knock off a n***a dreads
Thirty-six karats on my wrist
That mean there's thirty-six karats on my b***h
Woo
S**t how Virgil got me drippin'
And it's straight from the faucet in the kitchen
Pop Smoke I'm on some west coast s**t
Pop Smoke
In New York I got a west coast b***h
West coast
Huncho on that west coast s**t
Woo
Left wrist both wrists and some bricks
Woo
If the opps is in the spot red dot 'em
Rah
Somebody call Batman I'm robbin'
Brrt
I got 'em smoke I pop 'em
Put the b***h on Prada and now she proper
Quavo
Quavo：
West side North side yessir
Yessir
East side south side let's go to work
Go to work
Right hand in the air let's pop a Perc'
Pop a Perc'
New coupe off the lot skrrt in the dirt
Skrrt
She came in last place she can get a shirt
Get a shirt
If she go to first place baby get a purse
Purse
Cook it in the left hand whip it in reverse
Whip it
Dead man in the hearse when the gang purge
Uh
500K on the wrist
Ice
Look at me scorin' your b***h
Woo
My diamonds close and
They kiss the skelly came with a fish
Woo
I catch a playoff assist now watch it jump out the pit
Uh
I can't get caught in the mix
I make a hit I can't miss
Hit
Pop Smoke I'm on some west coast s**t
Pop Smoke
In New York I got a west coast b***h
West coast
Huncho on that west coast s**t
Woo
Left wrist both wrists and some bricks
Woo
If the opps is in the spot red dot 'em
Rah
Somebody call Batman I'm robbin'
Brrt
I got 'em smoke I pop 'em
Put the b***h on Prada and now she proper