Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kane Welsh
Kane Welsh
Composer
Samuel Robinson
Samuel Robinson
Composer
Gareth Kelly
Gareth Kelly
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TACTICS
TACTICS
Producer
Tom Fox
Tom Fox
Recording Engineer
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

So don't you worry about me I can carry myself home 'Cause I got here on my own So don't you worry about me I won't let you take me home Leave your number on my phone Don't worry about me Bradford boys still winning Out here chilling Come from crooks 'n' villain Big zoot billin', boys shot White 'n' Dillin I wish they didn't Lines still chatty, thugs and catys Supply them addicts, got lights in attics Boys go loco, boys go savage Boys go loco, boys go savage Yo, it's them boys from Brady Boys go scatty Goods in the back of that stolen caddy Air Max tracky, no divs, no tatties Hit licks in ballies Yo, boys do time for the till Just signed for a mill Bust lights for the thrill Yo, three white lines and a pill Duck hide from the bill S3 on the grill Yo, big tactics on the decks Big checks for the set Few shots of the kek Yo, you don't wana fuck with the best Put racks on ya head Yeah, you heard what I said Yo, ya messing with the best about Check me out, a motherfucking set the bound Every MC wanna do it like me now Catch me in B town So don't you worry about me I can carry myself home 'Cause I got here on my own So don't you worry about me I won't let you take me home Leave your number on my phone So don't you worry about me I can carry myself home 'Cause I got here on my own So don't you worry about me I won't let you take me home Leave your number on my phone Don't worry about me Analyze I'm the guy, might pull up outside Five boys in the ride I'm a loose guy and the boys get rowdy Talk is cheap but you never been about it And you never done dirt, never been the boss New Lacoste, I'm coming through ya block I don't give a fuck, I'm a back street bandit Boys jumped out when the car got rammed in go Jump in the Merc, I'm fucking ya bird Scum of the earth, a put it in third a put in the work I'm a bad boy, little bitch get used to it Grab the bottle from the bar with the Goose in it Cruise in it, big four wheeler Pull up outside like a fucking drug dealer I can take you anywhere you like Pull up outside, come jump in the ride, yo! So don't you worry about me I can carry myself home 'Cause I got here on my own So don't you worry about me I won't let you take me home Leave your number on my phone So don't you worry about me I can carry myself home 'Cause I got here on my own So don't you worry about me I won't let you take me home Leave your number on my phone Don't worry about me 01274 where I'm from Big gold bison, make these guys run Bitch I'm violent, leave man right off You ain't making no money, go sign-on I'm vibin', stylish, M sport driving, good vibes I don't wanna see man wilin' Sliding, dipping and diving You don't want war, come try me Bradford, are you with me, are you there? Said you better beware Boys from Braddy when you're fucking with the baddies Said when I pull up in the matic in my hoody and my trackie It's going off, back doors coming off, shots been letting off Nightclubs going off, boys still robbing cops I be on the block, I'm posted With a couple bad boys I roll with So don't you worry about me I can carry myself home 'Cause I got here on my own So don't you worry about me I won't let you take me home Leave your number on my phone So don't you worry about me I can carry myself home 'Cause I got here on my own So don't you worry about me I won't let you take me home Leave your number on my phone Don't worry about me
Writer(s): Gareth Kelly, Jonathan Kirk, Samuel Robinson, Kane Welsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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