Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Rah Swish
Vocals
808MeloBeats
Programming
Jess Jackson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Andre Loblack
Composer
Rahlique Devawn Wilks
Songwriter
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808MeloBeats
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Dylan Jackson
Co-Producer
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dom Martin
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Brokie, brokie
Nine shots in the Ruger, I step on court, they like, "Watch the shooter"
[Verse 2]
Look
BIG 092MLBOA
GQ
[Verse 3]
You got a gun, ****, gun, ****
Me too
Brodie go what, brodie gon' back out
Brodie gon' brush 'em
[Verse 4]
Look, Brodie gon', Brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louie bag, Louie bag
****, dig in that bag, duffel
[Verse 5]
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em
Brodie gon', "Woo"
I bet Moe gon' shoot
[Verse 6]
Said, "I'm big 092", know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give him the boot
[Verse 7]
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two .38s, three .22s
[Verse 8]
Big NBA
We did it first
Watch what you say
You could get hurt
[Verse 9]
Fuck with my opps
They get it worse, my bitch got the chop
Shit in her purse
[Verse 10]
Pull up with Rex, don't even trip
If I call Stretch, empty the clip
[Verse 11]
Those not my opps, free Dano Brim
The fuck is Zanotti? **** a snitch
[Verse 12]
Don't get put on a shirt, watch **** lurk
I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block
Step on the clutch
Hit the boy up
Then I reverse
[Verse 13]
Brodie got locked for the chop
I lost four of my straps, got to go get a fifth one
I be fucking on opp bitches
Kick 'em and pass 'em to Pop, it's too many to pick from
[Verse 14]
Ah, say that, I call a Ape with a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash
If you got that work, I'ma take that
[Verse 15]
We pull up to houses and baby showers
Woo from the floss, we don't play with ours
You won't ever catch me broad day without it
GDK and I don't even play about it
[Verse 16]
Ah, ah, Day-Day
Have you screamin' through mega like, "Mayday"
Who the fuck are you talkin' to crazy?
If you don't want no beef, ****, pay me
[Verse 17]
The fuck is these **** gon' get back?
Empty the clip, they shit whack
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make 'em sit back
[Verse 18]
Ah, rumble
Step on the field, watch 'em crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in a puddle
I back out and hit you and your uncle
[Verse 19]
Window down, let the semi spit
.40 Glock with a 50 clip
Get the addy, then I get 'em hit
Had to shoot a **** for a mixy bitch
[Verse 20]
Ah, Treesha
Shorty wan' suck on my Nina
I pull up like Ace in a finas
I leave her shit wet, Aquafina
[Verse 21]
And I got that pussy on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
We spinning, pull up with like three V's
Opp treesha, she dying to eat me
[Verse 22]
I don't talk to ****, I don't play with ****
Got a bad bitch that'll tase a ****
Stone cold, blue flag
09 to the A ****, Woo back
[Verse 23]
Ah, fuck wrong wit dem pussy boy dem
Eh, dem talk 'bout bombaclaat Ras Swish and Pop Smoke
Uh, wah dem mean?
Uh, tell dem pussy deh "Go suck ya mudda!"
Go suck ya mudda
Written by: Andre Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Jackson Jess Reed, Rahlique Devawn Wilks