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Pop Smoke - 30 (Audio) ft. Bizzy Banks
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Bizzy Banks
Bizzy Banks
Vocals
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
majesty moses
majesty moses
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Composer
Bradley "Ghosty" Moss
Bradley "Ghosty" Moss
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey Nutile
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
This is Woo (Woo)
This is crip (Ayo, Cig)
From the cut (Ayo, Cig)
Huh? (Grrt)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, ****? (Baow)
Huh? Baow(Baow)
Stupid (Baow)
It's thirty-two in the clip, ****
(Whoo)
Grrt
Whoo (Baow)
Baow, movie
Pop Smoke, Bizzy
Like (Like)
[Chorus]
Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch
Tell 'em come spin my block
Tell 'em come send them shots
You ain't no shoota
You just talk that chop
You don't want beef, you just want some pops
I ain't get touched, how are you my opp?
Bitch, I'm too sauced
No, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the woo walk
The most I might do is the woo walk
And I know they mad
Look, but please don't act silly
If I'm spinnin' a black flag, they gon' think I'm a dizzy
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm a sleaze, baow, give a fuck who you be
Yeah, I fuck with them real **** who fuckin' with me
(Real ****)
Don't ask if I'm GDK, nah
(At all, at all)
****, I'm EBK
Fuck the judge and the DEA
(Fuck them ****)
Suck dick if you feel a way
I'm a lil' body, but I talk like a big body
'Cause I put in that pain
I walk with that lil' body, but I back out that big body
If you speak on my name
These **** know nothin' 'bout me
But they gon' keep talkin' 'bout me
And that shit ain't goin' change
I been in the cell, it ain't shit you can tell me
If you ain't got hands, invest in elevens
Toughest **** in your squad gon' be tellin'
The older **** that be with me some felons
I really talk on the beats
If you not in the streets, you won't understand it
I get the choppa, that **** gon' panic
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage, like
Headshot, cause a whole lotta damage
Yeah, I got Ruger with me, Leaky with me, bitch
We don't spin in no Ubers
And I got Rilla with me, Juju with me, bitch
(That's a whole lotta shootas)
We might hit ya medulla
You can't get busy with me, jiggy with me
Demon with me, hundo with me
First **** actin' silly, catch a figgy
Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run
Watch how he
[Chorus]
Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch
Tell 'em come spin my block
Tell 'em come send them shots
You ain't no shoota
You just talk that chop
You don't want beef, you just want some pops
I ain't get touched, how are you my opp?
Bitch, I'm too sauced
No, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the woo walk
The most I might do is the woo walk
And I know they mad
But please don't act silly
If I'm spinnin' a black flag, they gon' think I'm a dizzy
[Verse 2]
Tell that **** to spin
That's when the party begin
Yeah, my Glock full of sins
Bullet hit ya chin, I walk away grinnin'
If you jack my shit K, then it's fuck what you said
(K, K, fuck, fuck)
Bizzy send shots where you lay
Bizzy send shots where you look
Said I'm 823, sanctioned
Reach for my chain, we gon' spank 'em
I ain't your regular gang member
Everybody know I'm sanctioned
If I step on the island, we wildin' out
I ain't gon' stop till the guards is out
Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah
My **** raisin' the body count (Free all my ****)
.44 Bulldog, make 'em get back
I ain't with the talk or the chitchat
Get your shit cracked
If I back up the chop, betta get back
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
**** gettin' no bread, 'cause they lazy
Tell Dread lift 'em, if that **** talkin' crazy (Lift that ****)
Now it's fuck you, pay me
Or bullets start blazin'
Since I was young, we invested in guns
Now we lookin' at the stars in the Wraith
While I'm gettin' head by your bae
She like "Papi, I love how you taste"
She like "Papi, can you nut?"
I'm like "Baby, just wait"
I told her to
[Chorus]
Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch
Tell 'em come spin my block
Tell 'em come send them shots
You ain't no shoota
You just talk that chop
You don't want beef, you just want some pops
I ain't get touched, how are you my opp?
Bitch, I'm too sauced
No, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants
The most I might do is the woo walk
The most I might do is the woo walk
And I know they mad
But please don't act silly
If I'm spinnin' a black flag, they gon' think I'm a dizzy
Written by: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Bradley "Ghosty" Moss, Ricardo Lamarre, majesty moses
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