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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Pop Smoke
Chant
Tyga
Chant
Quavo
Chant
Bongo ByTheWay
Programmation
Mustard
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dijon McFarlane
Paroles/Composition
Uforo Ebong
Paroles/Composition
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Michael Stevenson
Paroles/Composition
Quavious Marshall
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mustard
Production
Bongo ByTheWay
Production
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Sage Skofield
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
DJ Durel
Ingénierie de prise de son
Luka Toueix
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
Bongo ByTheWay
(Mustard on the beat, hoe) Look
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
T-Raww, I'm on some west coast shit (Business)
LaFeezy, live on the Sunset Strip (Yah, T-Raw)
Today was a good day, fly as a blimp (Aight, ah, ah)
I just booked a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch (No)
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car worth a M, you don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price, cost an arm, leg, and limb (Yah, ayy)
When you in the light, niggas wanna steer you dim (Bit')
Where you get that from? Niggas gotta say it's him
Wanna copy my flow, I switch this shit again
Niggas ain't put the work, they don't celebrate the win
When you was ballin' with your bitch,
I was shootin' in the gym, motherfucker, ah
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
Christian Louboutins like I stepped in pasta
But I'll still steam his ass, I'll grab him
I'm in that new Dior, Quay in that Prada
Don't get it confused, I'll drop him
Four door niggas ridin' strap, get straight hacked to the back
We don't play disrespect, real talk this not just rap
Gang ties in my tat, .22's in the shed
Shotgun in my bag, knock off a nigga dreads
36 karats on my wrist
That mean there's 36 karats on my bitch (Woo)
Shit, how Virgil got me drippin'
And it's straight from the faucet in the kitchen
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper (Quavo)
West side, North side, yessir (Yessir)
East side, south side, let's go to work (Go to work)
Right hand in the air, let's pop a Perc' (Pop a Perc')
New coupe off the lot, skrrt in the dirt (Skrrt)
She came in last place, she can get a shirt (Get a shirt)
If she go to first place, baby get a purse (Purse)
Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse (Whip it)
Dead man in the hearse when the gang purge (Uh)
500K on the wrist (Ice), look at me scorin' your bitch (Woo)
My diamonds close and they kiss, the skelly came with a fish (Woo)
I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit (Uh)
I can't get caught in the mix
I make a hit, I can't miss (Hit)
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists, and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Bashar Barakah Jackson
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