Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Headie One
Performer
Skat
Performer
Rv
Performer
Kash
Performer
Tuggzy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irving Adjei
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mika Beats
Producer
Sean Engineer
Recording Engineer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
Six million ways to die
Choose one
[Verse 2]
Free Bradders
That's bro from Quay before Snakes and Ladders
Was fifteen throwing up gang signs
Looking like we're playing ching, chang chana
Bro backing out rammers, finessing, man, Juelz Santana
Then tell big man, just back up
Way before J Hus, didn't like ice in his Fanta
We finesse these broad day chingings
Knives just shine in the camera
Years later nothing ain't changed
Pressure these opps and banter
Had one hand on the spin thing
And the other there tryna keep balance
[Verse 3]
Free Bradders
Ten toes to road, free smoke, love hammers
Couple G packs, do road, M way smash it
In the hood fishing these shots on the opp like Bradders
Like how many years I been grinding?
Free my **** B, it's just timing
Fake youths in Tottenham not like him
OFB pull up with smoke and diamonds
Long clip equipped to ride with
No one ain't into fighting
Gang rip it back and just light him
Especially if you don't like him
Skatty, I handle my thing
[Verse 4]
Free Bradders, bro from early
Before he had single plats
All he knows is drill and trap
Got him in the jailhouse kicking back
I'm on the M way doing up milage
M4 whip, no hybrid
Cut that pack into slices
The ops ain't men, they're mices
Why feds wanna grab my bros?
Free Bradds till he back on road
And he free in Tottenham like Danny Rose
No more bag up at six
Or doing up canteen codes
Just fresh home, back on the strip
Grinding, tryna stack this dough
[Verse 5]
Free Bradders
We was in this, got me shanks up tall
But now it's like calling out hammers
I remember that day in the aisle
Twenty inch blade made the fuckboy stagger
Good in the hood, we can never take badder
Got a jiggy bad thing from the NIZ
B got one from the nine, that's Badder
[Verse 6]
**** must really gone mad
Feds need to free my bro Bradd
I know that them boy there happy
'Cause often gang left the boy there sad
Sawn off dots, hand thing and rams
Ten toes, ped, ding dong with rats
Remember that day, it was far from rainy
Man my steel got splashed
[Verse 7]
Free Bradders
What you know about putting young G's
In a cab filled with daggers
Old school days
Blood on my mom's cooking knife, no hammers
Now I back up the light in cling
Still rise up my rusty thing
I had to switch up how I text
Before the jakes come like, what's next?
We the ones investing in poles
While you chill with bae and hoes
Free Bradds, free Bradds, free Bradds
My aim's narrow
I just a shot in Harrow
I just do it like I did it in jail
One hook, Jack Sparrow
Written by: Irving Adjei
