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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
L3gion
L3gion
Keyboards
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Britell
Nicholas Britell
Composer
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Composer
Jason Avalos
Jason Avalos
Composer
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
L3gion
L3gion
Co-Producer
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Producer
Nicholas Britell
Nicholas Britell
Producer
Marlin Parker
Marlin Parker
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
More time, Melly and D-Nice still in the cage
More time, that ain't gon' stop us from getting paid
More time, certain things ain't never gonna change
Never speak to them guys without your lawyer 'cause they giving more time
My man's died, I put him on a chain
More time, a lotta **** can't handle the pain
More time, I'm a hard animal to tame
Saw my son killer sitting on the train
(Look) Give a **** more time
[Verse 2]
If my mans down, ****, I up and get 'em
Max Payne, I'm doing TECs and Berettas
Never trust a boy, it's always a setup
If I see an opp, I bet I'ma wet 'em
New speed, I bet I change up the level
Make it rain, I bet I change up the weather
To walk through, I need twenty five and better
All hundreds, have 'em sticking together
Louie V and Amiri the denim
My mans up top rocking Gucci sweaters
Red bottoms, Rollies in the pen
Pinky ring, Cartier lens
Ride around, big body Benz
Blacked out, all you see is tints
See me I ain't worried 'bout men
Act up, get a shot to your chin
Hollow tips got acquired taste
Gas straight, but my brother a ape
Catch a body then I'm back in the cave
If you don't got a body you can't relate
If you don't bang you can't get in the car
Big woo, know I'm shooting them stars
Momma beggin' me to pray to Allah
Walk in the mall, **** know who we are
Forty one millimeter plain Jane
**** get locked up, start naming names
Pussy ****, get the fuck out my way
Ma, I'm sorry, I'm just stuck in my ways
[Verse 3]
Hello, black hair by the Regis and Pello
I like my bitch Spanish, she yellow
Her ass fat, feel like jello
She say she want a Chane-ne
Pop Smoke on the TV
I did fifteen on my check-ins
She said she didn't believe me
Until I pulled up in a foreign
And I cashed out on a TD
Snowman like Jeezy
VS, I'm freezing
Red bottoms I'm bleedin'
Louboutin when I'm steppin'
Stone Cold what I'm reppin'
And big .38 for the weapon
[Verse 4]
Man down, check the score board
I'm a bulldog with this .44
Break legs like Paul George
Said I break legs like Paul George
Grrt
Written by: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Jason Avalos, Nicholas Britell, Ricardo Lamarre, Steven Victor
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