You ain't cool (I'm feelin' treeshy), 'til I say you woo Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (oh), yeah, yeah (I'm on Venus) Yeah, yeah, yeah (that's why I say woo) Yeah, yeah, are you dumb? Look (ooh) You don't know what you started, I pop a perc', go retarded (oh) I got the drip, it came straight from the faucet Mr. Dior-Dior, they know where it started, yeah (oh) She wanna Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill Go in the store, shop at Dior (oh) Come to my crib, take all my shirts Pop all my percs and sleep in my drawers You talkin' too much, baby, pour up a four We both bust a nut, now leave me alone When we in Miami, we stay at the Mondrian (oh) We pull up to LIV in the Cullinan Welcome her to the party The after party's after party, then party again (oh) A hunnid bitches, hardly any men (oh) In my room is where the party began Then take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan, look (woo) It's still free all my niggas that's sentenced, stuck up in the jail (free all my niggas, yeah) I could show you how to vibe, but I can't be ya man (can't be ya man) Uh-huh (no, no, no, yeah) Shoot for the stars (shoot, shoot, shoot) Aim for the moon (the moon) You ain't cool (you ain't cool) 'Til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah (skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah Yeah, Pop Smoke the woo (Pop) I play with the check and it's blue (blue) We mobbin' and tied, no shoe (tie) You play with the group, we gon' shoot (shoot) He in Dior, I'm in Prada (Prada) We rich, we came from the bottom (rich) I'm a Migo, I feel like a doctor (Migo) Goin' surgical with the new chopper (grrah) Five hundred thousand, I'm in flex mode (yeah) We got all the work, we make your trap close (trap) Gang havin' loyalty, we ten toes (ten) Nah, nobody givin' up, why would the gang fold? (Ooh) We outside, we totin' them bangers, we not shootin' at strangers (we outside) Say what you wanna say, long as it ain't us 'cause my niggas gon' hang ya (grrah) Look at them young niggas goin' crazy-crazy, man, them niggas too dangerous (crazy) We gonna make 'em famous, the beautiful country got stars and bangers (stars) Shoot for the stars Aim for the moon You ain't cool 'Til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1:07: "Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon" X4 2:28:"Long live Woo, long live woo" X8 *W. Clement Stone: "Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star." Pop Smoke: Shoot for the stars, you know? Aim for the moon.*
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HAD TO SUB TO SUPPORT YOU, BRO! Nice rendition of this great beat! Now we just gotta find the sample... And no begging for the flp here, bro... U deserve more likes for this and more subs, so if anybody needs something, give first! Respect from a collegue!
I know what 808 he used. 808melo put out a kit and it has the original one, in Fl studio you just turn the attack and sustain to 0 and the others to max to make a rectangle then you get this sound. GL!
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon You ain't cool, 'til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm on Venus) Yeah, yeah, yeah (that's why I say woo) Yeah, yeah, are you dumb, look You don't know what you started, I pop a Perc', go retarded I got the drip, it came straight from the faucet Mr. Dior-Dior, they know where it started, yeah She wanna Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill Go in the store, shop at Dior Come to my crib, take all my shirts Pop all my Percs and sleep in my draws You talkin' too much, baby, pour up a four We both bust a nut, now leave me alone When we at Miami, we stay at the Mondrian We pull up then live in the Cullinan Welcome her to the party The afterparty's afterparty, then party again Hundred bitches, hardly any men In my room is where the party began Let's take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan, look I said free up my niggas that's sentenced Stuck up in the jail (free all my niggas, yeah) I could show you how to vibe, but I can't be ya man, no no Shoot for the stars Aim for the moon You ain't cool 'til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, Pop Smoke the woo I play with the check and it's blue We mobbin' and tyin', no shoe You play with the group, we gon' shoot He in Dior, I'm in Prada We rich, we came from the bottom I'm a Migo, I feel like a doctor Goin' surgical with the new chopper Five hundred thousand, I'm in flex mode We got all the work, we make your trap close Gang havin' loyalty, we ten toes Nah, nobody givin' up, why would the gang fold? We outside, we totin' them bangers We not shootin' at strangers Say what you wanna say Long as it ain't us 'cause my niggas gon' hang ya Look at them young niggas goin' crazy, crazy Man, them niggas too dangerous We gonna make 'em famous The beautiful country got stars and bangers Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon You ain't cool 'til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Intro: Pop Smoke] (Yeah, haha) Shoot for the stars (Woo), aim for the moon You ain't cool (I'm feelin' treeshy), 'til I say you woo Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (I'm on Venus) Yeah, yeah, yeah (That's why I say woo) Yeah, yeah, are you dumb? Look (Ooh) [Verse 1: Pop Smoke & Quavo] You don't know what you started, I pop a Perc', go retarded I got the drip, it came straight from the faucet Mr. Dior-Dior, they know where it started, yeah (Oh) She wanna Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill Go in the store, shop in Dior (Oh) Come to my crib, take all my shirts Pop all my Percs and sleep in my drawers You talkin' too much, baby, pour up a four We both bust a nut, now leave me alone When we in Miami, we stay at the Mondrian (Oh) We pull up to LIV in the Cullinan Welcome her to the party The afterparty's afterparty, then party again (Oh) Hundred bitches, hardly any men (Oh) In my room is where the party began Then take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan, look (Woo) I said free all my niggas that's sentenced, stuck up in the jail (Free all my niggas, yeah) I could show you how to vibe, but I can't be ya man (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh-huh (No, no, yeah) [Chorus: Pop Smoke & Quavo] Shoot for the stars (Shoot, shoot, shoot) Aim for the moon (For the moon) You ain't cool (You ain't cool), 'til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Quavo] Yeah, Pop Smoke the woo (Pop) I play with the check and it's blue (Blue) We mobbin' and tyin', no shoe (Tie) You play with the group, we gon' shoot (Shoot) He in Dior, I'm in Prada (Prada) We rich, we came from the bottom (Rich) I'm a Migo, I feel like a doctor (Migo) Goin' surgical with the new chopper (Grrah) Five hundred thousand, I'm in flex mode (Yeah) We got all the work, we make your trap close (Trap) Gang havin' loyalty, we ten toes (Ten) Nah, nobody givin' up, why would the gang fold? (Ooh) We outside, we totin' them bangers, we not shootin' at strangers (We outside) Say what you wanna say, long as it ain't us 'cause my niggas gon' hang ya (Grrah) Look at them young niggas goin' crazy-crazy, man, them niggas too dangerous (Crazy) We gonna make 'em famous, the beautiful country got stars and bangers (Stars) [Chorus: Pop Smoke, Pop Smoke & Quavo] Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon You ain't cool 'til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah