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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Swirving
Swirving
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Lyrics
Ellis Newton
Ellis Newton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swirving
Swirving
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer
TheElements
TheElements
Recording Engineer
Makalo
Makalo
Co-Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Traphouse Mob Swirv (Haha, ha) Pop Smoke, look Doin' shit you can't believe (Yeah) Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz (With the Gz) NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah) Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go) Heard that they dropped the witness, I'm just sippin' my tea (Hmm) I ain't take a patdown, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah) Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast Look, I said I'm really real in real life Look, I bet I do what I want I know the owner to the club That's why I got in with my pump I'm really real in real life I fuck your bitch if I feel like (Woo) 'Cause we do what we want How we want, whenever we want Flex on these niggas, they know I'm the topic Hundred bands in my pocket You ain't a rich nigga, stop it All this green up on me like a Goblin If you tellin', I'm tellin' 'em to pop it Call up the Batman, I'm robbin' (Swish) Big .38 with a silencer I got so much bodies, they pilin' up (Grr) I like a blue-haired bitch (Woo) I got a new year whip (Ice) She love the way that I put it down (Ice, ice) She fell in love with these hundred rounds Shit you can't believe (Yeah) Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz (With the Gz) NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah) Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go) Heard that they dropped the witness, I'm just sippin' my tea (Hmm) I ain't take a patdown, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah) Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast Bitch get naked in my presidential suite (Yeah), yeah Poppin' off tags, every day wear a brand new tee (Yeah, no cap), yeah Grew up, I turned into the G I wanna be (Be), yeah Got a timepiece, but the time, I cannot see (Yeah) Dropped a bag, they covered his body up with a sheet (Yeah, yeah) Pull up on the block, they left him in the middle of the street Rest in piss, I hope his family losin' sleep (Rest in piss) Keep my eyes open, I kill his cousin if he come for me, yeah Any second on the clock, I'm sippin' on Wock' (Wock'), yeah Say he want smoke, drop a bag, everybody get shot, yeah Anytime we leave the club these bitches gon' flock (Flock), yeah Keep makin' hits, I'ma keep 'em on my jock (Yeah) Every city that I go to, you know I fuck with the Gz (With the Gz) NYC, I fuck with the Woos, I fuck with the Sleeze Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's Me and Pop Smoke, we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah) Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go) Heard that they dropped the witness, I'm just sippin' my tea (Hmm) I ain't take a patdown, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah) Yeah, I was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Ellis Newton, Bashar Barakah Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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