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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
Swae Lee
Swae Lee
Vocals
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Composer
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Producer
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Co-Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Randy Lanphear
Randy Lanphear
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hol' on, tell 'em, "Wait, baby" (woo) Hahaha, grrrt, baw (look) These niggas is feds (woo) I can't fuck with niggas, I can't fuck with niggas (woo, woo) I got a couple niggas that'll let it fly for a couple niggas That a couple niggas is me They love me (baow) 'cause Pop Smoke for the streets I got that heat in my rocket (rocket) Say that wrong thing, I'ma pop it (pop it, grrrt) I got them choppas in the closet (closet) A hundred mill' deposit (boom, boom) That ain't an Uber, that's the feds (feds) I see them niggas watchin' (uh) I like my bitches redbone (redbone), ass fat, Jell-O (Jello-O) Lightskin, yellow (yellow), black hair by the Regis and Pello (pello) I got her squirtin' in the cream (uh) I put the Perky in my lean (lean) Two 30s got me leanin' (leanin'), I hope I don't OD (D) Like I OD'd at Neiman's (Neiman's) Walked in, a hundred in my jeans The Perc' got me teased (teased) But I drip when I'm leavin' (leave) I got that Woo shit tatted (tatted) Iced out Patek (Patek) As long as you gettin' money, don't nothin' else matter (matter) She gettin' lit, bust it down and get naked, baby (baby, uh-huh) Just know you sing shit, baby Just know you sing shit, baby (baby) I keep that chopper, Berretta-tat (tat) It ain't no stoppin', no lettin' up (grrt) Free all my niggas that's stuck in a cage (woo) Hoodie on, lookin' fresh, I'm a man How you real and you run on your mans? I'll be damned (I'll be damned) Look, I'm comin' out with the Peter Pan (Pan) Lookin' for you and your friends (friends) Hop in the rocket, go to Venus I'm dreamin', I'm a genius Hop in the rocket, go to Venus (oh, no) I'm dreamin', I'm a genius (oh-oh) Hop in a rocket, I take off (no) We done came too far to play soft (no, no) There ain't no stoppin', you fuck by the opps Woah, there ain't no stoppin' my pay short (never) I do my thing, see, niggas try bein' like me I'm like "Fuck it, let's play horse" (okay) Bitch, I'm gonna go look at the streams (streams) Hundred pack, I can make on my day off (jeez) While we talkin' 'bout money, I got mine Richard Millie a quarter, I got time Really come from a block where they murder and slaughter A nigga been orderin' Hot 9 If I'm slidin', I'm takin' it, easy It's hot-blockin', they showin' me stop signs Know you see it, you not blind I'ma only keep dumpin', it's my time Ain't tryna act tough but they know what's up (boom) Ask lawyers, I got mine (shots, shots) The security still gon' get touched That glizzy gon' bust, get out line (boom, boom) Evidentially, I put 'em to shame Still, there's demons on my mind And know that I'm not normal I'm just livin' on my shine (shine, shine) Hop in the rocket, go to Venus I'm dreamin', I'm a genius Hop in the rocket, go to Venus I'm dreamin', I'm a genius (Yeah, uh) Yeah, I'm stimulated (stimulated) I fuck her better than a vibrator (yeah) Owe me 35 favors (favors) That I need sooner or later (later) All of my killers enabled (yeah) Me and the Woo related (related) Nigga, I'm sharp as a razor Everything in my favor (favor) Cartier, Times Square (square) I be in New York like The Rangers (Rangers) Every song, I get a M (M) I spent an M, I'm back at the label (label) All of my bitches is twins (twins) and they do whatever I say so Niggas watchin' like the TV, oh (TV) I'm back, pullin' cables (cables) I'm just moved up in my weight class (weight) Nigga, we ballin' like state champs (state) Hold up, you better think fast When it came down, you didn't know your ass All of my niggas off house arrest (house) For his birthday, got a new Beretta Smokin', I'm high as a bird feather I bought the V for the Vendetta Hop in the rocket, go to Venus I'm dreamin', I'm a genius Hop in the rocket, go to Venus I'm dreamin', I'm a genius
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Tione Dalyan Merritt, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Ricardo Lamarre, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Steven William Victor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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