Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Composição
Ellis Newton
Ellis Newton
Composição
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Produção
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Engenharia (masterização)
Sage Skofield
Sage Skofield
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Rose Adams
Rose Adams
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Corey Nutile
Corey Nutile
Engenharia (gravação)
50 Cent
50 Cent
Produção executiva
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Produção executiva
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Produção executiva
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Produção executiva
Swirv
Swirv
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
Them **** gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' about (Woo, woo)
Feel me Lil' Z?
On the set, that's some real shit, ****, uh (I be in New York with the gangstas, gangstas)
I don't want none of that extra loud shit
This ain't none of that rainbow hair shit, know what I'm sayin' (I be in New York with the gangstas)
This the real street, yeah, uh
(I be in New York with the gangstas)
Fuckin' voice of the streets, man
It's like Jesus walkin' (Woozin' automatics)
More like Christopher Walken, uh (I be with the straights and the apes)
Y'all know what's up (Talkin' stone to stone)
(Bringin' bags, Woo, Woo)
(Free all my ****, free all the streets)
[Verse 2]
I be in New York with the gangstas
Know a **** that'll shoot you for a 'tander (Grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Bah)
Then my **** shootin' up the Phantom (Bah, Bah)
[Verse 3]
I be in New York with the gangstas (Woo)
Know a **** that'll shoot you for a 'tander (Bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Oh, lackin' ass ****)
Then my **** shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
[Verse 4]
.44 got a kickback (Bah), click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrt) or you could get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin' **** actin' up (Actin' up)
So **** packed 'em up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin' tough, till **** slapped him up (Pussy)
Pop Smoke on top, **** mad as fuck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist
If you don't got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked, bitch)
**** talkin' 'bout their guns (Guns), but never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (Pussy)
Run up and I'm brandin' them, takin' **** shoppin' (Bitch)
Reach and I'm branchin' it, 'cause I don't know who watchin' (I'm on point)
It's a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brulee
38's on the block (Bah), a **** won't hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bitches out (Move 'em), 'cause they was in the way
I wouldn't want them to get shot by an enemy
[Verse 5]
I be in New York with the gangstas (And what's up?)
Know a **** that'll shoot you for a 'tander (Grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Bah)
Then my **** shootin' up the Phantom (Bah, bah)
[Verse 6]
I be in New York with the gangstas (Woo)
Know a **** that'll shoot you for a 'tander (Bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Oh, lackin' ass ****)
Then my **** shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)
Written by: Alex Petit, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Ellis Newton
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