text: Look
  Pop Smoke, Im on some west coast shit 
  In New York, I got a west coast bitch 
  Huncho on that west coast shit 
  Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks 
  If the opps is in the spot, red dot em 
  Somebody call Batman, Im robbin 
  I got em, smoke, I pop em
  Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
  T-Raww, Im on some west coast shit 
  LaFeezy, live on the Sunset Strip 
  Today was a good day, fly as a blimp 
  I just booked a round trip, I dont argue with the bitch 
  And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
  When the car worth a M, you dont gotta touch the rim
  Dont ask me the price, cost an arm, leg, and limb 
  When you in the light, niggas wanna steer you dim 
  Where you get that from? Niggas gotta say its him
  Wanna copy my flow, I switch this shit again
  Niggas aint put the work, they dont celebrate the win
  When you was ballin with your bitch, I was shootin in the gym, motherfucker, ah
  Pop Smoke, Im on some west coast shit 
  In New York, I got a west coast bitch 
  Huncho on that west coast shit 
  Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks 
  If the opps is in the spot, red dot em 
  Somebody call Batman, Im robbin 
  I got em, smoke, I pop em
  Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
  Christian Louboutins like I stepped in pasta
  But Ill still steam his ass, hot grabba
  Im in that new Dior, Quay in that Prada
  Dont get it confused, Ill drop him
  Four door niggas ridin strap, get straight hacked to the back
  We dont play disrespect, real talk this not just rap
  Gang ties in my tat, .22s in the shed
  Shotgun in my bag, knock off a nigga dreads
  Thirty-six karats on my wrist
  That mean theres thirty-six karats on my bitch 
  Shit, how Virgil got me drippin
  And its straight from the faucet in the kitchen
  Pop Smoke, Im on some west coast shit 
  In New York, I got a west coast bitch 
  Huncho on that west coast shit 
  Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks 
  If the opps is in the spot, red dot em 
  Somebody call Batman, Im robbin 
  I got em, smoke, I pop em
  Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper 
  West side, North side, yessir 
  East side, south side, lets go to work 
  Right hand in the air, lets pop a Perc 
  New coupe off the lot, skrrt in the dirt 
  She came in last place, she can get a shirt 
  If she go to first place, baby get a purse 
  Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse 
  Dead man in the hearse when the gang purge 
  500K on the wrist , look at me scorin your bitch 
  My diamonds close and they kiss, the skelly came with a fish 
  I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit 
  I cant get caught in the mix
  I make a hit, I cant miss 
  Pop Smoke, Im on some west coast shit 
  In New York, I got a west coast bitch 
  Huncho on that west coast shit 
  Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks 
  If the opps is in the spot, red dot em 
  Somebody call Batman, Im robbin 
  I got em, smoke, I pop em
  Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper