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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Vocals
Rover
Programming
Prodbyleak
Programming
Cubanojam
Programming
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevor Chamberlain
Songwriter
Malik Henry
Songwriter
Julian Alberto Menendez
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rover
Producer
Prodbyleak
Producer
Cubanojam
Producer
Michael Nguyen
Mixing Engineer
Raymond Scott
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He said he wanted smoke with me
Ah, he got popped off
Yeah, popped up
We them **** that gon' tear a **** block up (Send 'em to the doctor)
He said he wanted smoke with me
Ah, he got popped off
Yeah, popped up
We them **** that gon' tear a **** block up (Send 'em to the doctor)
[Verse 2]
Ooh, I took her to the doctor
Ooh, my Cartier rocked up
We just still be spinning at the top like helicopters
Like my son, these **** copy me, I should adopt 'em
[Verse 3]
Ooh, I flooded out my watches
Ooh, don't even know what the time is
I got 50k all blues, one pocket
Fuck him, he put on a show, I send my shooters a deposit
[Verse 4]
He ain't missing free throws
He gon' hit and reload
He miss his dead partners, right, tell them **** he go
Hot trigger on the extension, you would think it's Nu-Gro
I got my Uzi in the 'vert, just like I'm Baby Pluto
I want two girls, yeah, two bitches, 'cause one do the most
And I buy champagne, every time my opp die do a toast
Ever catch a non-factor like him, let him off
I ain't tryna make the opps hide
Unless you actin' the boss
[Verse 5]
He said he wanted smoke with me
Ah, he got popped off
Yeah, popped up
We them **** that gon' tear a **** block up (Send 'em to the doctor)
He said he wanted smoke with me
Ah, he got popped off
Yeah, popped up
We them **** that gon' tear a **** block up (Send 'em to the doctor)
[Verse 6]
Really I'm tough, you really a bluff
I'm chillin', but I swear to God this dangerous shit just gimme a rush
I'm gettin' it boss
I'm tryna be billions up
Millions up, but rappin' just don't gimme enough
I won't go back to the streets, but our relationship's so deep
That I can make hundred million if I go water-deep
And I'ma keep going the way that I'm going
'Cause I, I plan away for shit that nobody knowing
We was spinning through them opp blocks
Back and forth mowing
See them when that Glock pop
Ain't no toe to toeing
They know I'm on go and
Try me and I'm showing
And every **** with me gon' know he better be blowin'
I was tired, ain't no way to live
I ain't have no choices, just the way it is
Momma low funds, tryna raise a kid
Now I'm living some amazing shit
[Verse 7]
He said he wanted smoke with me
Ah, he got popped off
Yeah, popped up
We them **** that gon' tear a **** block up (Send 'em to the doctor)
He said he wanted smoke with me
Ah, he got popped off
Yeah, popped up
We them **** that gon' tear a **** block up (Send 'em to the doctor)
Written by: Javarri Walker, Julian Alberto Menendez, Malik Henry, Malik Yusef El Shabazz Jones, Tione Merritt, Trevor Chamberlain