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[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Ooh, ooh
(Crown got that fire)
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Haha, look (JBangaBeats)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I said I’m pistol packin’ (Packin’)
Money stackin’ (Stackin’)
Never lackin’ (Nah)
I’m a street finesser (‘Nesser)
Street professor (‘Fessor), huh
Coordinator (‘Nator), huh
Get Straight (Straight)
I can’t get no straighter (Nah), uh

[Verse 1: Fetty Luciano]
These niggas think they lit (What?)
‘Til I put ’em out (‘Til I put ’em out)
Bitch, we got the streets (We got the streets)
So what they talkin’ ’bout? (Talkin’ ’bout)
Straight Cash (Cash)
That mean it’s more amounts (More amounts)
We just signed the deal (Just signed the deal)
Opened up more accounts (Woo)
If we fuckin’ then I see you later (I see you later)
I’m gettin’ papеrs, I’m gettin’ shmoney, I cannot chase hеr (Woo)
Drinkin’ henny, no chaser (Ah)
Be mad that I made it (Be mad that I made it)
Big gun, I’ma raise it (Big gun, I’ma raise it)
Hunnid round, I don’t aim it (Aim it)
I’ma win, just be patience
Bitch I’m on a five (On a five)
On a two (We on a two)
It’s a money boy (It’s a money)
That’s what you wanna do (That’s what you wanna do)
Bitch go tell the gang (Please)
Bitch I’m warnin’ you
I just jacked the wave
And I’m onto you

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I said I’m pistol packin’ (Packin’)
Money stackin’ (Stackin’)
Never lackin’ (Nah)
I’m a street finesser (‘Nesser)
Street professor (‘Fessor), huh
Coordinator (‘Nator), huh
Get Straight (Straight)
I can’t get no straighter (Nah), uh

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
Ha, long live Pop
Bitch I’m warning ya
Don’t you disrespect ’cause we gon’ send the [?]
Put your camera phone down, ain’t no recordin’ us
Someone is recordin’, we be throw this stick and fork in ’em
Nigga is back to the basics, more figure than faces
Don’t tell me to send the location, two coins for a shooter, formation
All Hatians
Tell Kenny, no gas, no breaks, don’t stop for the cops if homie gon’ make it
Take some shots to the opp when I bend they block with this Glock then raze it
Don’t aim it, up it and just bath it
Make a movie with my Hatians
And tell one take to take it

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I said I’m pistol packin’ (Packin’)
Money stackin’ (Stackin’)
Never lackin’ (Nah)
I’m a street finesser (‘Nesser)
Street professor (‘Fessor), huh
Coordinator (‘Nator), huh
Get Straight (Straight)
I can’t get no straighter (Nah), uh

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