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Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Hotboii
Chant
Rover
Programmation
Prodbyleak
Programmation
Cubanojam
Programmation
Lil Tjay
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Trevor Chamberlain
Paroles/Composition
Malik Henry
Paroles/Composition
Julian Alberto Menendez
Paroles/Composition
Tione Merritt
Paroles/Composition
Javarri Walker
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Rover
Production
Prodbyleak
Production
Cubanojam
Production
Michael Nguyen
Ingénierie de mixage
Raymond Scott
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[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, Tione Merritt, Trevor Chamberlain

