Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Yoz Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Yosief Tafari
Songwriter
Derrick Gray
Composer
Walter Guzman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yoz Beats
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skofield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Trap house vibe)
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?) Yeah
What you tellin' me?
Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me
I got Mike to the left of me, huh, wait
Woo
Yeah, look, aye, what up?
Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout?
What them folks talkin' 'bout? (Huh)
[Verse 1]
Look, Brody gon' glt that, glt that
Brrt that, brrt that, send shots, make 'em get back
All that chit chat, chit chat, riff raff, riff raff, my **** ain't into that
**** talkin' hot but he ain't on shit (Woo)
I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (Well)
If I go to jail ****, I'd plead the fifth (Uh)
'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
**** tryna lock me up and give me a bid (Uh)
I'm like ****, fuck the pigs
The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick?
I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"
My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen?
I said, "I'll pop a Perc and feel amazin'"
Shoot for the stars, I'ma foundation (Uh)
Look at the money I'm raisin'
She wanna fuck, hold on
She snuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment
She get dick and edible arrangements
That's the only form of payment
Shorty a snack
And after I smack, I'ma blow out her back
She like, "Papi, you so crazy" (Uh)
I told her wine on me baby (Uh)
She wanna star, she wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw (Naw)
When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (Brrt, woo)
She wanna grip that, lick that, ass where the stick at
Freak bitch, put my dick where the lips at (Woo)
She goin' all gas, no chit chat (Aye)
She goin' all gas, no chit chat (Aye)
Rapapumpum (Bum) here come that boy with the drum (Woo)
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt)
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun (Brrt, brrt)
Aye, I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb)
Air it out, leave him slumped, slumped, slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci
Pull up with a pump, pump, pump
Written by: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Derrick Gray, Yosief Tafari