Word Around Town lyrics

[Intro: Fleazi Bambino]
Yeah
Hahaha
Pop Out, baby
(DJ Durel)
What's good, Lo?
What's good, Woo? (Hahaha)
Haha

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Fleazi Bambino]
The word around town n*ggas callin' you a dub (Callin' you a dub, gang, gang)
That you was gonna come around here with your foolishness acting up (Acting up, n*gga, you a pus*y)
Who put the battery in your bag, and told you was tough? (I don't know, huh? Huh?)
We knew who you was (We knew who you was), but you ain't one of us (n*gga ain't one of us, gang, flow, flow)
I heard you be frontin', cappin' about your jewerly, yeah, I caught the cut (That's cap)
All that designer clothes and your watch ain't real, right? (Man, that sh*t fake)
Drivin' around, promotin' that you was a felon (What?)
n*ggas be cappin', yeah baby, didn't my b*tch tell me you was tellin'?

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke & Fleazi Bambino]
We 'bout to get started (Hey), fast like a Rari (Gang)
Perc', you be talkin (Hey)', Iced out my Cartiers (Wait)
We hit the target in traffic, then park it
Shots to his head if he jackin' Team Larkin (Grrt, baow, baow)

[Verse 2: Fleazi Bambino]
We 'bout that action, we not with the talkin' (Nah)
When I come through, they roll out the red carpet (Blatt)
Pull off in the V8, sound like I farted (Brr)
I'm with the dawgs, they growlin' (Grr)
You cannot say "Pop" and forget the "Smoke" (Go)
You cannot say "Pop" and forget the "Out" (Pop Out, baby)
We with the sh*ts, he act like a b*tch, keep runnin' his lips, I'ma run in his mouth (n*gga, you punk)
DJ Durel on the beat, cuz' crippin', so Chanel on the feet
Pop told me, "Never worry 'bout these n*ggas" (No)
'Cause they all jealous of me (That's a fact)
So, huh, it's word around town, n*ggas ain't showin' you love (At all)
Said he outside, I never seen you in the club (n*gga, where you at?)
On the 'gram cappin', like you a killer and a thug (Like a what?)
With the Woos poppin' out, you can't be one of us, n*ggas actin' up (Pop out, baby)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
The word around town n*ggas callin' you a dub (Callin' you a dub)
That you was gonna come around here with your foolishness acting up (Acting up)
Who put the battery in your bag, and told you was tough? (I don't know)
We knew who you was (We knew who you was), but you ain't one of us (You ain't one of us)
I heard you be frontin', cappin' about your jewerly, yeah, I caught the cut
All that designer clothes and your watch ain't real, right?
Drivin' around, promotin' that you was a felon
n*ggas be cappin', yeah baby, didn't my b*tch tell me you was tellin'?