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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Pop Smoke
Podobné skladby
Kredity
OPTREDENDE ARTIESTEN
Pop Smoke
Zang
COMPOSITIE EN SONGTEKST
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Ellis Newton
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTIE EN TECHNIEK
CashMoneyAp
Producent
Jess Jackson
Mastering engineer
Sage Skofield
Assistent mixing engineer
Sean Solymar
Assistent mixing engineer
Rose Adams
Assistent mixing engineer
Corey Nutile
Opname-ingenieur
Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson
Uitvoerend producent
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Uitvoerend producent
Rico Beats
Uitvoerend producent
Steven Victor
Uitvoerend producent
Swirv
Producent
Texty
[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