Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Takeoff
Vocals
Rico Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Ricardo Lamarre
Composer
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Lyrics
Steven William Victor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Beats
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Durel
Recording Engineer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
Jimmy DiMino
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look, pull up, what's crackin'?
Pull up, what happen?
A lot guns and automatics
A lot guns and automatics
Pull up, what's crackin'?
Pull up, what happen?
A lot guns and automatics
A lot guns and automatics
[Verse 2]
Tell my shooters call me Facetime
'Cause we already done face time
Free D-Nice he doin' state time
You need the blicky, you could take mine
Baby, yeah I'm ridin' for my baby
One dere, two dere
Yeah we wylin' up in Macy's
You ain't getting' bread 'cause you lazy
You call the cops and he gon' raid me
Nino cooler than a cooler he still an ooter
He don't settle for nothin'
Uh, bluffin', pussy boy stop all that bluffin'
Run Ricky, yeah he runnin'
Run Ricky, yeah he runnin'
Back out, brush 'em
Know some **** that shoot you for nothin'
No politicin', no discussion
No politicin', no discussion
Uh? GeeJu, you ain't gettin' bread ****, GeeJu?
Big nappy blue, that boy evil
Big nappy blue, that boy evil
[Verse 3]
Look, pull up, what's crackin'?
Pull up, what happen?
A lot guns and automatics
A lot guns and automatics
Pull up, what's crackin'?
Pull up, what happen?
A lot guns and automatics
A lot guns and automatics
[Verse 4]
(Takeoff) Pull up, what happened (What happened?)
Pick up that fire and I'm blastin' (Brrt)
There wasn't no need to hit 'em with a ratchet
So fuck it, I smack 'em (Smack 'em)
It's Takeoff the rocket and I'm with the Woo, bitch, we everlastin' (Bitch)
I got a starting five that be natural (Natural)
And the bitch be plastic (Plastic)
Whippin' that, that come with that (Shh)
While I be swervin' in traffic (Skrrt)
And the opposition better not (No)
'Cause they know what's gon' happen (Tell 'em that)
Talk to that boy, he on Facetime
Heard he got hit, it's a flatline
Don't know what you would do 'bout yours
But I'ma go Kanye 'bout mine
My drill too cold, you catchin' pneumonia (Cold)
I took the beat and I gave it Corona (How?)
Send me the drop and my **** be on ya (Drop)
Only fear God, now show my opponent (God)
Ain't no complainin' 'bout makin' a bad boy
You gotta get it if you really want it (Get it)
We be them **** that fuck up the city
They know us for clapping out all our opponents
[Verse 5]
Look, pull up, what's crackin'?
Pull up, what happen?
A lot guns and automatics
A lot guns and automatics
Pull up, what's crackin'?(What's crackin'?)
Pull up, what happen? (What happen'?)
A lot guns and automatics
A lot guns and automatics
[Verse 6]
Pull up, what's crackin' ? (Crackin'?)
Pull up, what happen?
A lot guns and automatics
A lot guns and automatics
Pull up, what's crackin' (What's crackin'?)
Pull up, what happen (What happen'?)
A lot guns and automatics
A lot guns and automatics
Written by: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Ricardo Lamarre, Ryan Presson, Steven Victor, Takeoff