Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Digga D
Vocals
Hotboii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Digga D
Songwriter
Hotboii
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ITCHY
Producer
Sangy
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Itchy made this shit
Yo, yo
[Verse 2]
Blood on my rambo, blood on my kitchen
Blood on my cutlass, blood on my flick ting
I had his flesh on my knife when I dipped him
Swung at his face and ripped it (Ching, ching)
Swung at his face and ripped it
Go to Dior, we all in the mall with switches
That money, I know how to get it
'Cause where I come from, it's only right that we get it
[Verse 3]
Rest up Rose, free Jojo
Shout out Rack5, StillBrickin and Oso
All of my guys take lives, they loco
Drac' gonna show man the meanin' of YOLO
I'm in America, strapped with a Beretta
Ain't leavin' my knife, that's the London in me
I'll take out your flesh, try troublin' me
I got bro, you wanna know, just touch him and see
The first one the mandem caught was a miskeen
Can't blame them, they were young, only fifteen
Went to Dubai and somethin' got sliced
Had the whole of the UK causin' a big scene
Landed in MIA, left from Heathrow
I'm in the USA, I need me a freak ho
Wouldn't mind Rubi Rose or DreamDoll
Back it up, slap it up, drop a lil' deep throat
[Verse 4]
Blood-blood on my rambo, blood on my kitchen
Blood on my cutlass, blood on my flick ting
I had his flesh on my knife when I dipped him
Swung at his face and ripped it (Ching, ching)
Swung at his face and ripped it
Go to Dior, we all in the mall with switches
That money, I know how to get it
'Cause where I come from, it's only right that we get it
[Verse 5]
It's only right that we get it
Only be right that all the Glocks got switches
And no, it ain't no more semis
Automatic come through where everbody get it
You ain't gotta move, you can get hit
Catch me at the Zoo', Z, 26'
Boy, you a fool wifin' that bitch
Stuck in my coupe, givin' you a kiss
Now I got rich, I can fuck whoever
I got them bands, like bread, I spread 'em
Ain't nothin' but blues on my schedule
I play fair, no, no, not ever
I spare no life, g-go wet 'em
I still love fire, on the devil
He got blood all on his sweater
[Verse 6]
Blood-blood on my rambo, blood on my kitchen
Blood on my cutlass, blood on my flick ting
I had his flesh on my knife when I dipped him
Swung at his face and ripped it
Swung at his face and ripped it
Go to Dior, we all in the mall with switches
That money, I know how to get it
'Cause where I come from, it's only right that we get it
Written by: Digga D, Hotboii
