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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Bizzy Banks
Bizzy Banks
Vocals
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
majesty moses
majesty moses
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Composer
Bradley "Ghosty" Moss
Bradley "Ghosty" Moss
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This is Woo Woo This is Crip Ayo Cig From the cut Ayo Cig Huh? (Grrr) Fuck what you talking 'bout, nigga? (Baow) Huh? (Baow) Stupid (baow) It's 32 in the clip, nigga (woo, grrr, woo, baow) Baow, movie Pop Smoke, Bizzy Like, like Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (woo) Tell 'em, "Come spin my block" Tell 'em, "Come, send them shots" You ain't no shooter (at all), baow, you just tote that chop (woo) You 'on't want beef, you just want some props (haha) I ain't get touched, how you my opp? Bitch, I'm too sauced Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo Walk (yeah) The most I might do is the Woo Walk (yeah) And I know they mad, uh (I know they) Look, but please don't act silly (please don't act silly) If I spin in a black flag (yeah, grrah) They gon' think I'm a dizzy Bitch, I'm a sleaze, baow (sleaze) Give a fuck who you be (give a fuck who you be) Yeah, I fuck with them real niggas (real niggas), who fuckin' wit' me Don't ask if I'm GDK (at all, at all) Nah, nigga, I'm EBK (EBK) Fuck the judge and the DEA (fuck them niggas) Suck dick if you feel a way I'm a lil' body but I tote like a big body 'Cause I put in that pain (baow) I walk with that lil' body, but I back out that big body If you speak on my name (grrr) These niggas know nothin' 'bout me, but they gon' keep talkin' 'bout me And that shit ain't gon change (woo) I been in a cell and ain't shit you can tell me (woo) If you ain't got hands, invest in 11's (woo) Toughest nigga in yo' squad gon' be tellin' Now all them niggas that be with me some felons I really talk on the beats (beats) If you not in the streets, you won't understand it I get the chop' and that nigga gon' panic Headshot, cause whole lotta damage, like (uh) Headshot, cause whole lotta damage Yeah, I got Ruger with me, Leeky with me, bitch We 'on't spin in no Ubers And I got Rilla with me, Juju with me, bitch (that's a whole lotta shooters) We might hit ya medulla You can't get busy with me, jiggy with me, demon with me, hundo' with me, uh (nah) First nigga actin' silly, catch a figgy Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run (grrr), watch how he- Dawg, pass me the sitchy I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch baow) Tell 'em, "Come spin my block" (woo) Tell 'em, "Come send them shots" You ain't no shooter, baow (nah) You just tote that chop (you lyin') You 'on't want beef, you just want some props (facts) I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (Baow) Bitch, I'm too sauced (too sauced) Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo) The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo back, baby) And I know they mad, uh (I know they) Look, but please don't act silly (please don't act silly) If I spin in a black flag (you get shot) They gon' think I'm a dizzy Tell that nigga to spin (spin) That's when the party begin (that's when the party begin) And my glock full of sins (sins), bullets hit your chin, (huh) I walk away grinnin' (baow) If you jack my shit K (K, K) Then it's fuck what you said (fuck, fuck) Bizzy send shots where you lay (Bizzy send shots) Bizzy send shots where you lay (Bizzy send shots) Look, said I'm 823, sanctioned (sanctioned) Reach for my chain, we gon' spank 'em (spank 'em) I ain't your regular gang member (nah) Everybody know I'm sanctioned (bangin') If I step on a island, we wildin' up (up) I ain't gon' step 'til the guns is out (out) Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah My niggas raisin' the body count (free all my niggas) .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (back) I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (not at all) Get your shit cracked (woo) If I back out the chop, better get back (baow) Call dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Brady) Niggas gettin' no bread 'cause they lazy (lazy) Tell dread lift 'em (huh), if that nigga talkin' crazy (lift that nigga) Now it's fuck you, pay me (pay me), or bullets start blazin' (blazin') Since I was young we invested in guns Now we lookin' at the stars in the Wraith While I'm gettin' head by your bae (yeah) She like, "Papi, I love how you taste" (woo) She like, "Papi, can you nut?" (nut) I'm like, "Baby, just wait" (huh, wait) I told her to- Dawg, pass me the sitchy I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch baow) Tell 'em, "Come spin my block" (woo) Tell 'em, "Come send them shots" You ain't no shooter, baow (nah) You just tote that chop (you lyin') You 'on't want beef, you just want some props (facts) I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (Baow) Bitch, I'm too sauced (too sauced) Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo) The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo back, baby) And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad) Look, but please don't act silly (please don't act silly) If I spin in a black flag (you get shot) They gon' think I'm a dizzy
Writer(s): Ricardo Lamarre, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Bradley Robert Moss, Majesty Moses Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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