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Pop Smoke - Creature - feat. Swae Lee - Prod by 808Melo (OFFICIAL INSTRUMENTAL)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Swae Lee
Swae Lee
Vocals
808 Melo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Andre Loblack
Andre Loblack
Songwriter
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Songwriter
Ellis Newton
Ellis Newton
Songwriter
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Songwriter
Ryan Press
Ryan Press
Songwriter
Jerome Eversley
Jerome Eversley
Songwriter
Philipp Riebenstahl
Philipp Riebenstahl
Songwriter
Martin Pitt
Martin Pitt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808Melo
808Melo
Producer
Swirv
Swirv
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skofield
Sage Skofield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
Randy Lanphear
Randy Lanphear
Vocal Recording Engineer
PittThaKid
PittThaKid
Co-Producer
Yung Swisher
Yung Swisher
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Shoutout 808Melo Yeah (Shut this shit down) When I'm on that, you know I'm on it The drac' on me, draggin' my feet Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep If I don't get all of my chips, I can't leave just yet Get that top, then I dip, I'mma leave her wet I put plates on my neck, like tectonics I put plates on my whip, it's a rocket ship Said draco hypnotic You know I love niggas, gon' pop shit Louie my body That be why shawty is clockin' me, clockin' me I don't owe no apology I'm everywhere that be dollars be, dollars be I don't owe no apology I'm gettin' the money, you know my philosophy Look, bend her over, blow her back out Bend her over, pull her tracks out She know the woo make her tap out I really live what I rap 'bout I remember them days in the trap house Yeah, it got real in the trap house I went and did some time in the jail Because I'd rather take the fast route If you wanna open up bets then I'm open up TD She like papi all I got is CD I'm like fuck it, come give me head I back out and nut on her titty Ayy, huh, she say I'm a dog, so I'm chasin' her kitty Light up the smoke like a dutch in the city I keep two in the head, we gon' catch him like Ricky Man down Throw the piece to my bro, that's a hand down Help him shoot on the lot, make him camp down He was talkin' back then, he a fan now I keep nothin' but blues in these pants now Rubber band for these racks and these bands now We keep sticks and these drums, like a band now My new bitch exotic (exotic) My new bitch exotic (exotic) You ain't poppin', stop it Fresh as fuck, no stylist Niggas stealin' styles, jackin', jockin' This watch don't do tick tockin' Niggas know how we rockin' 20k for Amiri's and that's for the jeans The money was dirty I got into rapping and now this shit clean Now I'm on the scene I made her top me, I know that this dick turned the bitch to a fiend When I'm on that, you know I'm on it The drac' on me, draggin' my feet Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep You know I'm on it The drac' on me, draggin' my feet Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep We livin' life, don't panic She love the life, don't panic Before the grave, turn the money to ashes I just fucked on an actress Muthafuckas start scattering All the paper start to scatter I be doin' all that cashin' I be doin' all that bashin' When I'm on that, you know I'm on it The drac' on me, draggin' my feet Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep You know I'm on it The drac' on me, draggin' my feet Hop in that whip, I'm 'bout the see you I'm like a creature, I'm on the creep
Writer(s): Martin Pitt, Philipp Riebenstahl, Ryan Press, Jerome Eversley, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Ellis Patrick Newton, Andre Loblack, Steven Victor, Khalif Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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