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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Hotboii
Vocals
Rover
Rover
Programming
Prodbyleak
Prodbyleak
Programming
Cubanojam
Cubanojam
Programming
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevor Chamberlain
Trevor Chamberlain
Songwriter
Malik Henry
Malik Henry
Songwriter
Julian Alberto Menendez
Julian Alberto Menendez
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
Javarri Walker
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rover
Rover
Producer
Prodbyleak
Prodbyleak
Producer
Cubanojam
Cubanojam
Producer
Michael Nguyen
Michael Nguyen
Mixing Engineer
Raymond Scott
Raymond Scott
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Is this a Rover beat?) (Leak, can you turn it up, please?) (Damn, Jam, this sh- a vibe) He said he wanted smoke with me (oh, oh) Ah, he got popped up (oh, oh) Yeah, popped up (oh, oh) That gon' tear a nigga block up (send him to the doctor) He said he wanted smoke with me (oh, oh) Ah, he got popped up (oh, oh) Yeah, popped up (oh, oh) That gon' tear a n- block up (send him to the doctor) Ooh-ooh, I took her to the doctor Ooh-ooh, my Cartier rocked up We just steady spinnin' at the top like helicopters Like my son, these n- copy me, I should adopt them Ooh-ooh, I flooded out my watches Ooh-ooh, don't even know what the time is I got 50K, all blues, one pocket Fuck him he put on a show, I send my shooters to deposit He ain't missin' freethrows, he gon' hit and reload He missed his dead partners, right? Tell them n- he gone Have a trigger on the extension, you would think it's new bro I got my Uzi and a vert', just like I'm Baby Pluto I want two girls, yeah, two b-, in case one do the most And I buy champagne every time my opp die, do a toast Never catch a non-factor like him, let him off I ain't tryna make the opps hide, unless we whackin' the boss He said he wanted smoke with me (oh, oh) Ah, he got popped up (oh, oh) Yeah, popped up (oh, oh) That gon' tear a nigga block up (send him to the doctor) He said he wanted smoke with me (oh, oh) Ah, he got popped up (oh, oh) Yeah, popped up (oh, oh) That gon' tear a n- lock up (send him to the doctor) Really I'm tough, you really a bluff I'm chillin' but I swear to God this dangerous shit just give me a rush I'm gettin' to boss, I'm tryna be billions up, millions up But rappin' just don't give me enough I won't go back to the street but our relationships so deep Bet I could make a hundred million if I go water-deep And I'ma keep goin' the way that I'm goin' 'Cause I, I put away for shit that nobody knowin' We was spinnin' through them opp blocks, back and forth mowin' See them in that Glock pop, ain't no toe-to-toein' They know I'ma go in, try me and I'm showin' And every nigga with me gon' know he better be blowin' I was tired, it ain't no way to live I ain't have no choices, it's just the way it is Momma look fine tryna raise a kid Now we livin' some amazin' shit He said he wanted smoke with me (oh, oh) Ah, he got popped up (oh, oh) Yeah, popped up (oh, oh) That gon' tear a nigga block up (send him to the doctor) He said he wanted smoke with me (oh, oh) Ah, he got popped up (oh, oh) Yeah, popped up (oh, oh) That gon' tear a n- block up (send him to the doctor)
Writer(s): Tione Merritt, Javarri Walker, Julian Alberto Menendez, Malik Henry, Trevor Chamberlain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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