Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Dread Woo
Dread Woo
Vocals
Fritz Tha Producer
Fritz Tha Producer
Programming
Ls Da Producer
Ls Da Producer
Programming
Travi
Travi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Jahkeem Haughton
Jahkeem Haughton
Lyrics
Carl Dorsmind
Carl Dorsmind
Composer
Travis Esprit
Travis Esprit
Lyrics
Brandon Fritz Sully
Brandon Fritz Sully
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fritz Tha Producer
Fritz Tha Producer
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eder Fernandez
Eder Fernandez
Recording Engineer
Ls Da Producer
Ls Da Producer
Producer

Lyrics

Grrt, bah, bah, bah Free the fuckin' members, nigga RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz, all o' them, nigga Don't fuck around, nigga Woo, woo, grrah, grrah Big 09-2, look, woo Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brrrr, pow) Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo) That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (brr) Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (woo) Brady, ha-hah, look, gang It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else (woo) 'Cause that'd be an extra witness Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest (grrt-bah) No, this ain't Planet Fitness I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (woo, woo) And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check and make 'em see it drop (yeah, yeah) And she drive the boat (drive), dick in her mouth, and I'm all in her throat (shake it) Ask your girl I'm the goat (facts), can't name one time you run up I ain't throw (woo) Bitch, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (woo, yeah) Tell 'em get back (woo) He gettin' flipped, thought it was a pack (hold on, facts) He ain't make it back (uh) I call up Shank you know he move, attack (woo, burner) Totin' on a strap (woo) Who these niggas dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow) Huh, yo, Pop them niggas cap (cap) Ha-ha-hah, yo, Pop, what the fuck is crackin' my nigga? I see you Hold on, ha-ha-ha-hah, goin' crazy here (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hold on, woo (yeah, yeah) Look, I'm like, "Who that nigga?" (Who that nigga?) Talkin' 'bout "What's stackin', what the fuck is up?" Huh? He ain't one of us You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (huh) (brrt, brrt) We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up (get that, nigga) I pass Dafi the chop, that's a give an' go (woo) Keep five stones in his head like a mineral (baow) He put pep at his head like a Mento (brrt) .38 punchin' like Kimbo (grrt, pow, pow, pow) When you talkin' to me, bitch, remember I'm a giant (giant) I dropped outta school, I'm defiant, huh A hater, stealer and a liar (facts) But in the jungle, I'm a lion (rrr) Now they see me on a flyer (brr, brr) They like, "Papi on fire" (fire) I really just bought the new LaFerrari RD like, "Send me the wire" (woo, woo) Yeah (skrrt), yeah (grrt, baow), yeah (ha-ha, woo) (woh) Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (brr, nah, pow) Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo) That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (watch that) Switch the VIN on the Stoley Same nigga to the grave Gotta watch them, Mille topless Got the white like Milonakis I'm in traffic, say, "What's rockin'?" You hear me? Fuck, huh, ready Try to shake a wave off a BO, huh Shorty, shaped like she Creole It's fuck a parole, fuck a CO I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole I'm back uptown with the papis More white than a Nazi Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi (what?) No time for no limelight And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night Fuck them niggas on the other side Only friend I got, he a dead guy If you talk about him, then the lead (fly) Niggas they act like they know me, huh Two fours on 'em like Kobe Don't play with that lefty, he shoot like Ginóbili, huh Yeah, Trav' always tweakin' I ride with some apes, and I'm never on defense I'm preein' these niggas, the way that they envy Don't talk 'bout my money, but I'm stackin' plenty Foreign bitches givin' minds in a Bentley Been trappin' all day, man I just hit a ten-piece Fuck a Uber, threw that bitch in the renty (woh) Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (nah) (brr, pow) Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (facts) (dickhead, dummy) Hot as your wifey, for me, she a eater If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (woo, woo) That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct (watch that)
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Jahkeem Haughton, Travis Esprit, Carl Dorismond, Brandon Sully Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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