Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Travis Scott
Vocals
CHASE B
Vocals
Don Toliver
Vocals
Luxury Tax
Vocals
Sheck Wes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Andre Loblack
Songwriter
Abdul-aziz Manalla Yusuf
Songwriter
Peter Klapka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808 Melo
Producer
AX.L
Co-Producer
Nate Alford
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
808Melo
Producer
AXL
Producer
Nathaniel Alford
Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
AXL
Tired of **** cappin' (Tired of **** cappin')
Trap House Mob
**** frontin' their jewels
Yeah, they ain't expectin' this one
This is a Melo beat
And it's like that
[Chorus]
Facts, my bitch love Coco
Woo back, baby, woo (Woo back, baby, yeah)
Let me see some
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
[Verse 1]
Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke
I'm from the Floss where **** tote
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the cho
I gotta laugh 'cause these **** jokes
Dread like, "Who these ****?" (Who these ****?)
"I don't know," but I'm on go (I don't know)
And I'm in that Bugatti, movin' two hotty
Givin' pumps, like, "Who shot ya?"
Me and Trey, that's four choppers
Man down, all you see is helicopters
Paramedics pick him up, they gon' send him to the doctor
I'm in the hood like an engine, revvin' (Trey, get that ****)
My checks is clearin', your checks is pending
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
Face down, yeah, she love doggy style (Face down, uh-huh)
And she got a Louis bag that hold the extendo (Yeah)
Okay, okay (Okay, okay)
Okay, okay
[Chorus]
Facts, my bitch love Coco
Woo back, baby, woo (Woo back, baby)
Let me see some
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
[Chorus]
My bitch love Coco
Woo back, baby, woo (Woo back, baby)
Let me see some
Okay, okay
Okay, okay (Right)
[Verse 2]
Got it jumpin' out the zoo, seein' red, seein' blue
Young La Flame, how it moves, Pop Flare how it (Woo)
Braid my hair down till I hide my face
Duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate
I took a chance, it's a lot to take
I took a right, ended up right away (Straight up)
She need a chunk, not a piece (Alright)
It cost me three for the keys (Keys)
Not the work, but the V
She let it twirl to the beat
I send the work, bet it reach (Reach)
Wearin' pearls, expensive beads (Beads)
I only hurl at my peeps (It's lit)
[Bridge]
Cuts, diamond cuts out in public
Two cups of the stuff, now I'm up
Coco Chanel when she tuck it
We bunk, get a nut
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
[Chorus]
My bitch love Coco
Woo back, baby, woo (Woo back, baby)
Let me see some
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
[Chorus]
My bitch love Coco
Woo back, baby, woo (Woo back, baby)
Let me see some
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Written by: Abdul-aziz Manalla Yusuf, Andre Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Jacques Bermon Webster II, Peter Klapka