Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Fetty Luciano
Vocals
808MeloBeats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Andre Loblack
Composer
Remy Marshall
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808MeloBeats
Producer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
Elvis Molina
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I get it, then
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it, then flip it, then double it
I get it
It's big Papi Locsta
Big racks only when **** step on the scene
Ain't nobody told ya?
Off the bracelet so I'm back to wildin' in these streets
Mr. Spin-in-Rovers
Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hoppin' out the V's
Mr. Run-you-over
On A$AP, I up it ASAP and took yo bitch
I'm a trappin' fanatic
I walk in the spot like I want it all
AMIRI jeans for the denim, hunnid clip, he get him
Don't call it, who wanna ball
Double G for the swag, you could check the tag
Flossy **** droppin' G's
Big Benty for the V's, double G the T
Benji's bussin' out the jeans
I get it, then flip it, then double it
Big slips, we gon' walk 'em in
I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached
535, I got treesh in the back
Say that's your mans, he is a rat
Can't fuck with these ****, **** is whack
Come to your block, give him a smack
Pull up, TD, leave where he's at
Shawty, forty
Yeah, I've been wildin' since fourteen
Shootin' like Kobe, flex like Korver, spin it, I'm on 'em
Spinnin', we shootin' down Hawthorne
Be on my tail like peanut butter
Windows is tinted, can't see nothin'
I'm strapped with a laser if he want it
Put a bullet in your head and your femur (Gang, gang, gang)
Droolin' Chanel, grippin' them shells
Hope these **** don't tell
'Cause I am not seein' no cell
'Cause Pop Smoke got my bail (He do)
I get it, then flip it, then double it
Nine to the Floss when we comin' in
We where them hunnids say, no, we ain't run with it
Nine to his bloods, now he tumblin' (Bow, bow)
Put that lil' bitch on the shelf
LV on my belt (Vuitton)
Drippin' designer myself (I do)
I am not needin' no help (I don't)
Saucin'
I'm on the Molly, I'm nauseous
Don't play with the gang, precaution
Where is my mind? I lost it
Saucin'
Spin on these **** regardless (Gang)
Hop out and aim for the target (Bow)
I used to play up in Target (In Sweden)
I used to trap by the garbage
I used to trap in the darkness
It's a Wraith, not a Charger
It's a Wraith, not a Charger
I get it, then flip it, then double it
Big slips, we gon' walk 'em in
I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached
535, I got treesh in the back
Say that's your mans, he is a rat
Can't fuck with these ****, **** is whack
Come to your block, give him a smack
Pull up, TD, leave where he's at, shawty
Written by: Andre Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Karim Kharbouch, Remy Marshall