[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Traphouse Mob
Huh, roll another one
Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing (This is a Melo beat)
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven (Huh)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh
Oh, you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man)
Shake some', huh
Shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

[Verse 1; Pop Smoke]
When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I'm paid
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit
I can't fuck with these niggas 'cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin' dick
All in my comments and screamin' my name
While I'm in the club, throwin' them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
Got her wet, uh
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh
Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can’t never lack, uh
Lose the club, if you hit a lick, can’t run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can’t trust no bitch, how you do that?
Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a bitch if he talk reck', uh
I'ma wreck his shit, don't sweat the shit, ayy, run it back
If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch, ayy, run it back (Woo)
Pistols have him runnin' like a fuckin' running back
Who want me?
You try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, ooh
My OG told me, "Don't trust thots or fuckboys," uh (Ayy, ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, ooh (Ayy)
Caught an opp, not no Pokémon, want dead guys, uh
I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bedtime, ooh (Ayy)

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
I feel like I'm yo' daddy, how many times I'm gon' fuck?
Tryna put my dick in her butt
Swerving in that bitch, she bound to take dick
She bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
I pass her big dicky, no half, but infinity
Stroke your vicinity, bitches, that coke ending me
Offer it, out for offerin'
Niggas say they "body the pussy", then lets bang
Kill a fuck nigga, he pussy, don’t want pain
Watch a nigga fold or mold, he won’t stay
I've been in a murder, revolved around pain
I’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
You think I’m pussy ‘til beam hit your face
Glock in yo' mouth, got your bitch at my house
And that bitch tryna fuck, so I’m fuckin' her face

[Verse 4: Juice WRLD]
Ayy
Bitch, I be sicker than syphilis
Fuck nigga trippin' and I'ma get rid of 'em, uh
My eyes go blacker than licorice
I hit a lick and I ended up killin' 'em, uh
She tell me I taste just like a lollipop
She can't stop lickin' me, uh
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, bitch, you suck
You wanna fight? Bitch, what's up?
Um, every day I'm on go mode with a four-oh up in my pants
Slump off of the Percs and the codeine, no more can I ever do Xans
Um, I take drugs when I'm copin', uh
Mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
Niggas in jail droppin' the soap like what?
I heard that that was your homie, yeah
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my blick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' fuck your face with it
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my glick
On my gun is a dick, I'm gon' fuck your face with it, uh
Haha, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 5: Pop Smoke]
They know I'm wildin'
If I'm on the island, I'm snatchin' the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail (Woo)
Until he free, I'm raisin' hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin' state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don't come out your mouth, you know I'm like that
I'll make a movie like TNT (Baow)
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin' in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections (Uh-huh)
All the bad bitches in my direction (Uh)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr