Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Teeway
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Teeway
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Sebz
Producción
Hargo AyyoLucas
Producción
Ayyo Lucas
Producción
Sebz Beats
Producción
Letra
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
(HARGO production)
(Sebz Beats, baby)
'019, six in the four, but we give them five, are you gettin' the gist?
G with the beam, trident team, pump in the door 'cah I take these risks
Two chest shots and that means he pissed
Man slapped bi-carb in the flake and whisk
Fuck shank fights, corn on me, but Rambo knives when I break this bisc'
Grown men lie, don't tweak for the beats
Voice of the road, man speak to the streets
On the real side, **** broke as fuck
In the jailhouse, man tweak for bariis
Free lil' J, he kept leakin' them neeks
Free M10, he kept leakin' the neeks
Six hundred, it's on fleek by the beach, that's bicarb whips so they're used to my reach
One got took, man pull up and take one of them man, nothin' man say could amends
Fat four corn, won't wake up again
One phone call, call bae for the ten
Cook cocaine, I put rays in a ten, drink crack like Lil' J shavin' your men
Opps too broke, so you're facin' a bend
Chest shot gang, he ain't ravin' again
My brownin' light, but the crack in tissue, but it's like that 'cah I meant it to dry
Drug unit at the front and backdoor, Class A pack with intent to supply
Me, M10 caught my man again, he weren't no badman, man left him to die
Interview room, CID, no comment then, I ain't meant to reply
Four been burst, so we don't say a word
Main road drills all over the curb
How can I push that knife through the nerd?
Free Lil' T, he got life and a bird
One in the head, turn man into weed
They said they poked him, but he did not bleed
Five fig' loss, took that for the cause, but shit, that's stress that I did not need
**** don't ride, but they're ready to snap
They ain't even got no readies for waps
Get that drop, know what's good, we don't play that shit, man belly the gaff
Bad B bad, want Henny to braff
Had scouse inside with a tennis and mash
Free 23, fuck that ride insurance claim, man's ready to crash
Grown men lie, don't tweak for the beats
Voice of the road, man speak to the streets
On the real side, **** broke as fuck
In the jailhouse, man tweak for bariis
Free lil' J, he kept leakin' them neeks
Free M10, he kept leakin' the neeks
Six hundred, it's on fleek by the beach, that's bicarb whips so they're used to my reach
Written by: Teeway
