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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Programming
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
Recording Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Producer

Songtexte

Ayy Ayy, you know who done fucked up right, you Uh Yeah, you Yo, you too nigga Yo yo, you too nigga Let me pop my shit, yeah you too nigga Backends we get, pop it Your ho been hit Oh you talkin' 'bout your bitch? The wrist been lit (ice) Live like this Nah for real nigga Hundred K spent on my wrist lil nigga Breakin' that pot and that dope gon' triple I left a tip for your bitch my nigga I fuck her mouth, her throat got bigger Pull up and hop out the car, drip Fuck on a bitch, she a star, drip Buy it and fuck what it cost, drip Try it and get knocked off, brrt They gon' eat up the dab, Jaws Never shop, crib came with a mall Free my niggas that's behind the wall Ain't gon' stop till they free my niggas all I can make a movie, Seagal No dribble, I ball And roll up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log Then hop in the frog I'ma go'n pop my shit I'ma pull up at six Number one, first draft pick Coupe, it came with the kit Real niggas all around me Lot of pussy niggas still exist Drank, it right under my trench Starter bitches on my bench The cookie pack came dense Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) I'ma go'n to pop my shit Hold on, let me talk my shit Tell her don't look my way Nigga I'll buy your bitch No wings attached You don't get fly like this No strings attached I'ma pop my shit Don't be poppin', get caught with the sawed-off (poppin') Whippin' cocaine, cookin' product (coke) Break down the dope like it's sawdust (break down) Look what the grind done bought us (look) Catch the bitches (catch), but I don't fetch the bitches (no) Catch your bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about your feelings (here you go) I'ma glide on your bitch, do you hear me? (glide) Shooter on the bench and pop wheelies (brrt) QC nigga, pop millions (woo) We ain't gonna talk about the feelings (nah) We ain't gotta talk about the gremlins (nah) Paid shooters 'round me chillin' (baow) Pop it off baby, start kneeling (pop it off) Give me my racks off the dribble (racks) My papa pull up in a lizard (pull up) The eyes on that bitch like a gizzard (eyes) I get the money so vivid (racks) Young nigga I'm makin history (history) Set not going for dissing (nah) On a jet when I'm flying the distance (jet) Bad bitch she an assistant (bitch) Drive the bricks to Michigan (woo) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) I'ma go'n to pop my shit Hold on, let me talk my shit Tell her don't look my way Nigga I'll buy your bitch No wings attached You don't get fly like this No strings attached I'ma pop my shit Pop my shit, I pop it (pop it) Whole lotta bullets in the cartridge Told 'em, trust the process (trust it) I'ma break em down, diagnostics (break it) Cup of the drank too toxic (woo) Stashin' the pint in the cockpit (stashin') Your bitch want my kids, she swallowed it (uhh) Came back up for oxygen (up) FN make a nigga move (move, move) Put a fuck nigga on the news (news, news) Mama drunk, let you drank booze (mama) 'Cause her son done turned into food (damn) Big name came with the weight (woo) Rear cam all in the plates (yeah) Mix it in dog food, baked (skrt) Finesse me a nigga out of state (jugg) You turned to a woman, Cait (Jenner) Crisp back the lawn, mow the snakes (renter) Stick to the money, pace (stuck) Hit the gas to the top, it's a race (top) My wrist, can't stop, Ma$e (woo) Give a bitch my cock, the taste (here) Got a M in the locked suitcase (cash) Mama found it when she broke the vase (damn ma) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) I'ma go'n to pop my shit Hold on, let me talk my shit Tell her don't look my way Nigga I'll buy your bitch No wings attached You don't get fly like this No strings attached I'ma pop my shit
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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