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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
Sadiki Forbes
Programming
Daniel Deleyto
Programming
WondaGurl
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Loblack
Songwriter
Ebony Oshunrinde
Songwriter
Sadiki Forbes
Songwriter
Daniel Deleyto
Songwriter
Tyrone Penman
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyy Beats
Co-Producer
WondaGurl
Producer
5ive Beatz
Producer
Dez Wright
Co-Producer
808Melo
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skofield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rose Adams
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daniel Deleyto
Co-Producer
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
Nate Alford
Recording Engineer
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Executive Producer
Rico Beats
Executive Producer
Steven Victor
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You don't know what you started, I pop a Perc' go retarded
I got the drip, it came straight from the faucet (Faucet)
Dressed in Dior Dior, they know where it started, yeah
She wanna Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill
Go in the store, shop in Dior, come to my crib take off my shirts
Pop all my Percs, then sleep in my drawers
You talkin' too much, baby, pour up a four
We both bust a nut, now leave me alone
When we in Miami we stay at the Mondrian
We pull up to Liv in the Cullinan
Welcome her to the party, the afterparty's afterparty, then party again
A hundred bitches hardly any men
In my room is where the party begin
Then take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan (Look, woo)
I said free all my **** that's sentenced, stuck up in the jail
I can show you how to vibe, but I can't be your man
[Verse 2]
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
You ain't cool until I say you cool
[Verse 3]
Pop Smoke the Woo (Pop)
I play with the check and it's blue (Blue)
We mobbed and tied (Tied), no shoe (Tied)
You play with the group we gon shoot (Shoot)
He in Dior, I'm in Prada (Prada)
We rich we came from the bottom (Rich)
I'm a Migo, I feel like a doctor (Migo)
Goin' surgical with the new choppa (Brrt)
Five hundred thousand on me, flex mode (Yeah)
We got all the work, we make your trap close (Trap)
Gang havin' loyalty, we ten toes (Ten)
Nah, nobody givin' up, why would the gang fold? (Ooh)
We outside, we totin' them bangers
We not shootin' at strangers (We outside)
Say what you wanna say long as it ain't us
'Cause my **** gon hang ya (Yah)
Look at them young **** goin' crazy, crazy
Man, them **** too dangerous (Crazy)
We gonna make 'em famous
This beautiful country got stars and bangers (Stars)
[Verse 4]
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
You ain't cool until I say you cool
Written by: Dez Wright, Andre Loblack, Ebony Oshunrinde, Sadiki Forbes, Daniel Deleyto, Tyrone Penman, Bashar Jackson, Quavious Marshall