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