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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
K-Trap
K-Trap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K-Trap
K-Trap
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
M1onthebeat
M1onthebeat
Producer
Ezra
Ezra
Producer

Lyrics

Bro, man's gone out the last three nights, yeah And every time man step out I go to the DJ "I got a bill for you if you can run K-Trap, Warm" Bro, I swear on my mother's life I think it's one of the greatest to ever come out of our count- I swear, like bro, do you know what it is? You know where you made it, you might not appreciate it Like, your fans, blud! I stopped rapping and reoffended (uh) You know when the trap needs mendin' (fixin') Too much mix in the Brizzy (Brizzy), you know when the pack needs blendin' (blendin') Buy it, cop it, tell me who shottin' it, thе gangs are spendin' You nevеr beat the mash off one hand (bah) After the bootin' (bah), your hand's all tremblin' (bah) Too much cap I'm hearin', too much swag they wearin' (huh) And they ain't bought no hammers That's so backwards, man, that's scary (horrid) Shootouts in the winter, lettin' off bine and my eyes all teary My football boots been dirty (dirty) You can't rap like that, you ain't certi (you can't) Only time I step out naked is when I'm fresh out the en-suite (fresh, fresh) I know I'm a rapper, I'm sorry to say "It's on me" (person) Pocket, rocket, lock it, shorty thinks it's fake (huh) Great, she don't know that I try get man in his face (bow) If I fire this .4 in the neighbourhood You gonna hear goodness grace (gracious) If I bust this brick in the kitchen Listen, you gonna need two, three plates (bring that) Prada drops 'cause I'm proud of bae This one's long, but small like Nafe Pick up them cases, don't want a case (you know) Out here on the block and you know we're warm (You know we're warm, you know we got it) Feds wanna search for hammers I know that they hope they're warm (warm) Two Ls, show enough to the bells Only go when the corn gets warm (beat it) Phone call from bae as well Home soon, make sure it's warm Remember them man there try throw it And gassed their works, they felt like Poet (uh) .44 in a 'retta, get the ball rollin' (rollin') I'm back and better, they hope I wasn't They're mad, they're fed up Workin' smart not hard, that's better (Mhm, mhm) Anytime we do it, we step out clean Couldn't care about CCTV Wanna fly bae out overseas But we're up and down like BTC (C) Six point three, it's a GLE 7K for that GLE Seven plates, that's seven scenes Brick a B, that's 17 (brick) G17, need 10 17s like Pooh and Guwop (glee, glee) Old-school with a two-pop Hold on, who's that there by the food shop? (Food shop) Four corn, need suttin' to chew on? (Chew on) Bad one wants suttin' to chew on (uh) If I get three pot, two on Press gonna hold it like I put glue on Out here on the block and you know we're warm (You know we're warm, you know we got it) Feds wanna search for hammers I know that they hope they're warm (warm) Two Ls, show enough to the bells Only go when the corn gets warm (beat it) Phone call from bae as well Home soon, make sure it's warm (warm, warm) Can't go back if blood gets drawn, drawn Send man home with their jackets torn
Writer(s): Devonte Kasi Perkins Martin, Mozis Prince Aduu, Ezra Jordan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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