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