Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OMB Bloodbath
OMB Bloodbath
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexandra Nicks
Alexandra Nicks
Composer
Zachary Foster
Zachary Foster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raul Lopez
Raul Lopez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lauren "Nay Palm" Bromell
Lauren "Nay Palm" Bromell
Recording Engineer
Zachary Foster
Zachary Foster
Producer

Lyrics

Poppin' my shit
I was just up in the store gettin' crome with no pot just to piss
Glock with the switch
Ridin' with stick with some money, I might try to vibe with your bitch
**** tote fire like Omar on the wire
Outside tryna make some opps slide in the ditch
I put that shit on, I be flyer than a bitch
Call my ho the wrong name, I was higher than a bitch
My ho never basic, I don't ever chase 'em
I'm fightin' these cases, the DA done erased them
Ho give me face, give me head like a table
I'm in first place on a race for the paper
**** out here losin' lookin' stupid, they don't do enough
**** scooted up, booted up in a dula truck
**** know the name of the gang
And know who is us, we ain't got to claim a damn thing
They know who it was
Why would you say? You know not to play
Bond 300K, I was out the next day
**** movin' blocks like I'm tryin' to gain weight
Know I've been poppin', goin' out the same way
Soon as I get her, I hit her, I'm deep in that
Caught me with her best friend, now she's flippin' out
Checkin' messages asking what this about
**** cappin', they rats, it's like Mickey Mouse
**** ain't with it, man, I'm nothin' like them
There's money in the city, man, a hundred ain't shit
**** want to be gang to be cool with that shit
I'm fighting me a M, I ain't run from that shit
The hate just be too strong
I done left, she upset, she can't move on
All my ****, my brothers, no group home
I ain't racist, the rollie is two-toned
Aye, catch me in the trap in the back with a bad B
I be mackin' with a bag and a MAC in the backseat
**** lackin', they be askin' for action, if you ask me
I've been flashy since a **** had on ashy black tees
Tryna bang with the gang, it won't go well
Been getting money since I got my first wholesale
No well, selling hoes in the hotel
Free diddy, got 'em locked up with no bail
Know they mad 'cause I finally got my bag right
**** make 10K on a bad night
And I make a bad ho get they act right
It's my time, finna shine like a flashlight
Pop, pop, pop my shit
Pop, pop, pop my shit
Written by: Alexandra Nicks, Zachary Foster
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