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21 Savage, Young Thug, Metro Boomin - pop ur shit (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Peter Lee Johnson
Peter Lee Johnson
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Composer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Composer
Jeffrey Lamar Williams
Jeffrey Lamar Williams
Lyrics
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hahaha (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Watch on my wrist is a car lot (Let's go)
Lamb' truck talkin', it's a robot (Skrrt)
AR-15 and it fold out (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Patek or the Richard when I go out (Hold on)
Stone cold killer rockin' Goyard (Goyard)
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci (21)
New Jack City servin' Pooky (What?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (Skrrt)
Four, five, six, ****, double up (Hold on)
Took 'em on a movie, called it "Bubble Gut"
Big dawg, we'll hit your gunners up (Slatt, dog)
Come in first place, not the runner up
Came from the bottom, but I made a lot of Ms
I'ma buy a couple of cars just to **** it up
I ain't never really been a fan of the games
If you spend the night with me, you gotta suck it up (Hold on)
Mike Amiri jeans cost two thou' (Two racks)
Saint Laurent sweater, that's a few thou' (No cap)
Savage got a lot of bad putas
So I keep liquor and hookah (Who, who?)
I ain't givin' 12 no type of conversation
Better off tryin' to pull a tooth out (On God)
And I'm from the Eastside, better known as Afghan'
****, we ain't really with the roo-rah (Pop, pop)
[Chorus]
Pop your **** (Hold on)
Pop your **** (Ayy)
Pop your **** (Skrrt)
Pop your **** (Pop)
Pop your **** (Pop your ****)
Pop your ****
Pop your **** (Pop your ****)
Pop your ****
[PostChorus]
Brand new coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ain't no roof (Ain't no roof)
Sippin' Red, but my diamonds blue (But my diamonds blue)
What you smokin'? (What you smokin'?)
Uncle Snoop
It smell like gas, I think somebody pooped (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
The jewelry came in acquitted with a mop
The **** wasn't sure— (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt)
**** tried to ran and got ****
Who that trappin' on the block?
Seventy-five thousand ****
Beat 'em with **** (Hold on)
COMME des gar', socks and the drawers
COMME des gar' Nikes, and they shocks (Yeah)
The **** ran up and got—
He hatin' 'cause his album just flopped (Let's go)
Eight ounces my steak, eight ounces of— (Ayy)
Thirty-cent ****, is it pure—? (Not)
Twenty-eight ounces of **** (Slime), eight ounces **** (Ha)
Baby got manners, she tie my shoes (Thank you)
Came equipped with the loot
21, that's who
Your **** probably slide by the two
You ran out of money, out the loot (Red dot)
Kickin' a lot of ****, Jesús (Bawk)
The **** booty big like Bruce
[Chorus]
Pop your ****
Pop your ****
Pop your ****
Pop your ****
Pop your ****
Pop your ****
Pop your ****
Pop your ****
[PostChorus]
Brand new coupe (Brand new coupe)
Ain't no roof (It ain't no roof)
Sippin' Red, but my diamonds blue (My diamonds blue)
What you smokin'? (What you smokin'?)
Uncle Snoop (21, 21)
It smell like gas, I think somebody pooped (21, 21)
[Outro]
We 'bout to take over, just like ****, yeah
I got a cougar, she givin' me power, yeah
I'm makin' it rain, she takin' a shower
Gucci collab with Disney, her shirt is Mickey Mouse, yeah
(Hahaha)
Written by: Allen Ritter, Jeffery Williams, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

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