Pop Smoke – Okay Okay Lyrics

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[Intro: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
Axle
You know what it is
When you here that, ha (It’s how you niggas cap, it’s how you niggas cap)
Trap House Loud
Niggas runnin’ their jewels, runnin’ their jewels (Okay, okay)
This is [?]
From the Brooklyn Bridge

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
Look, my bitch go loko (It’s how I roll, ha)
Ooh back, baby, ooh back, baby, woo (Ha)
Let me see some (Ha), okay, okay (I see ya)
Okay, okay

[Verse 1: French Montana & Pop Smoke]
Montana (Okay, okay)
Is that your whip? Is that your bitch? (Okay, okay)
When the cash be slippin’ (Okay, okay)
Put this on my hip (Okay, okay)
I got a thing for Bugattis
My youngins itching’ to body
And I ain’t lookin’ behind
I cut that rearview on the side (Okay, okay)
I got French over like Vanessa
Williams in the millions, forty cop on her dresser
It’s that South Bronx, baby
Loko, loko (Loko), dough boy, loko
Nigeria, loko, loko, ball, couldn’t go pro
Watch your leg, David shoot it out with the po-po (Uh-huh)
They be like, “Coke boys, goddamn, where’s the cocaine” (Uh-huh)
Half a mill for a show
Goddamn, came from the four train (Uh-huh)
Still live by the cold main
Twenty-four karat on the gold chain (Bling)
Four finger gold ring
Still got the old one

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, my bitch go loko
Ooh back, baby, ooh back, baby, woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
Look, you cannot say Pop, and forget the Smoke
I’m from the floors, where niggas tote
They couldn’t be Crips, so they turned folks
Drivin’ through the ‘Ville, droppin’ the choke
I gotta laugh, ’cause these niggas jokes
Just like, “Who these niggas
I don’t know,” but I’m on go
And I’m in like Bugatti, movin’, too hottie
Givin’ pumps, like, “Who shot ya”
Me and Trey, that’s four choppers
McDaver, boy, you see us, helicopters
Hermes, pick him up
They gon’ send him to the doctor
I’m in the hood like an engine, revvin’, get that nigga
My chick is McLaren, your chick is Fendi
And I got couple cases, let me know (It’s a fact)
If you want smoke, ’cause boy I can send ’em
And I got a bad bitch, ass up
Face down, yeah, she love doggystyle
And she got a Louis bag
That hold the extendo
Okay, okay (Okay, okay)
Okay, okay (Okay, okay)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, my bitch go loko
Ooh back, baby, ooh back, baby, woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay
Look, my bitch go loko
Ooh back, baby, ooh back, baby, woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay

Young Jeezy – Going Crazy (feat. French Montana)

Yeah, ha, yeah, ha
You know what it is
Crazy Jizzle
(It’s Montana from the bottom of the trap)
Heard that new Jizzle, boy he going crazy
Dropped some new shit, them boy going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy
Bad bitches at the spot and they was going crazy
Real nigga back on top, you know we going crazy
Bitch it’s Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot that bitch be going crazy
Said I’m just that nigga, bitch I’m just that nigga
And this is me talking, bitch it ain’t the liquor
Diamonds in my damn chain, I’m going fishing
I talk to your bitch here like a politician
Told her give me brain, take me [?]
You know that nigga wanna try some new things
You know she ate it up just like a cutter board
I’m counting old paper, call it dinosaur
Got a bitch in Oakland, got a bitch in Fresno
Said she like the taste, she drinking like Prosecco
I’m killing with the field, I’m Charlie Manson bitch
Exactly what you want, I’m strapped and handsome bitch
Heard that new Jizzle, boy he going crazy
Dropped some new shit, them boy going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy
Bad bitches at the spot and they was going crazy
Real nigga back on top, you know we going crazy
Bitch it’s Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot that bitch be going crazy
Montana from the block got ’em going crazy
My youngings slanging white like it’s still the 80’s
You claim that you the realest when your watch fugazi
Show me who’s your jeweler man, that boy crazy
She tried to charge me for the box man, this shawty crazy
I ain’t tryna blow your spot up but this bitch is crazy
All I wanted was a mil and a new Mercedes
Now I’m jumping on these niggas like the new McGrady
White House, black Rollie
South Bronx they know me
You can’t talk, gotta show me
The brown bags, ya’ll owe me
Take these then call me
That brain freeze ain’t on me
You can’t hate, can’t hold me
I whip foreigns like I stole ’em
Heard that new Jizzle, boy he going crazy
Dropped some new shit, them boy going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy
Bad bitches at the spot and they was going crazy
Real nigga back on top, you know we going crazy
Bitch it’s Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot that bitch be going crazy
Don’t smoke up none my weed, lil bitch I’m serious
She thinking we together? She delirious
From the cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave
Who made this beat? This sound like this was tailor made
You know I’m in that bitch just like expensive suits, money
Bitch I’m in that mansion just like the Yeezy boots
I got rich off butter bitch, that Betty Crocker
Bitch it ain’t my fault just like I’m Silkk The Shocker
Heard that new Jizzle, boy he going crazy
Dropped some new shit, them boy going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy
Bad bitches at the spot and they was going crazy
Real nigga back on top, you know we going crazy
Bitch it’s Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot that bitch be going crazy