Featuring: Fivio Foreign Pop Smoke

Producer: AXL Beats

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)
Look, woo

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look (Woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch, and we both feelin' ruthless (Ruthless)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (Nah)
Saucin' (Saucin'), too lit (Too lit), headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (Boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (Ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (Woo)
Big dope (Big dope), boofin' (Boofin'), snowflake (Snowflake), coolin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
I get the money and dip
I don't go to war 'less I'm fully equipped, uh
Everywhere I go, I'm good with a bitch, yeah, look (Ayy, ayy)
I got a fast whip, shooter shootin' then he pass grip, uh
Don't say you smokin' on my niggas (Nah), 'cause that be your last spliff (Bitch)
Hitter with me, he do mad hits (Ayy)
Turn my bitch into a bad bitch
Drop a song and I got mad lit
All I did was give 'em ad-libs, ayy, ayy, ayy
Too rough but know how to play, uh
I did a show, that's out of state (Ayy)
I make them bitches go out of their way, Fivi (Ayy)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke, Fivio Foreign, & Both]
Look (Woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit, lil' bitch)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch, and we both feelin' ruthless (Ruthless, ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (Nah)
Saucin' (Saucin'), too lit (Too lit), headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless, boaw)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (Boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (Ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (Woo) (S, she did)
Big dope (Big dope), boofin' (Boofin'), snowflake (Snowflake), coolin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Polo G & Fivio Foreign]
I just took a jet from the 'Raq in New York with the gang and we on some woo shit
And we really outside, and my crew lit
We too deep, ain't nobody gon' do shit (Lil' bitch)
If it's a problem, my young nigga shoot shit (Ayy)
Stakin' out like a date up in Ruth Chris (Ayy)
In the field, we took more than a few risks (We did)
Mike Amiri jeans full of blue strips (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I might get frostbite, all this ice on me
Tell him stitch me a new wrist (Lil' bitch)
I just dropped ten racks up at Louis
I spend like a band on my new kicks (Lil' bitch)
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick (Ayy)
I can't fuck on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich (Ayy)
(Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick
I can't fuck on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke, Fivio Foreign & Both]
Look (Woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch, and we both feelin' ruthless (Ruthless, ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (Nah)
Saucin' (Saucin'), too lit (Too lit), headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless, boaw)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (Boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (Ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (Woo) (She did)
Big dope (Big dope), boofin' (Boofin'), snowflake (Snowflake), coolin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Polo G

Taurus Tremani Bartlett (born January 6th, 1999) otherwise known as Polo G, is a breakout star from Chicago known for his impeccable delivery, rowdy drill records, and heartfelt personal tracks.

Born on the north side of Chicago in the Cabrini-Green district, G experienced the grisly and unforgiving realities of the street life within Illinois' largest city. Growing up on the block, experiencing the deaths of friends and loved ones, and facing jail time became the staples of Capalot’s childhood, which he in turn implemented into his music as a means to escape what he witnessed and was raised on.

The rap genre became an outlet for the Windy City teen to cope with the violent loss of several family members and friends. In 2017, he started releasing tracks on SoundCloud and YouTube via WorldStarHipHop, which slowly gained him a following.