Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo
Fredo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
Composer
Christopher Hamer
Christopher Hamer
Composer
Stephen Hicham Ched-di
Stephen Hicham Ched-di
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C. Figz
C. Figz
Producer
Beat Boss
Beat Boss
Producer
Menny
Menny
Engineer

Lirik

[Verse 1]
Yo, I never switch up
They smile in my face, but it's never been love
They're hatin' on Fred, but they never been cunch
Best check yourself before you wreck yourself
Goin' on my Instagram, you wanna stress yourself?
Them man there don't wanna see no young **** poppin'
Nights in the cell, they had a young **** rottin'
Paper was low, so us young **** robbin'
[Verse 2]
All of these Loubs in my room, it's a wonderful problem
Maestro's home, that's my brother, I got him
Hood **** know we done come up from shottin'
Got foreigns in central and uckers in Tottenham
Turnin' halves into one with my dog from the jump
Broski shootin', he told me, you just gotta ask and it's done
So play like computers, he's clartin' his gun
And yeah, I've been through stress in the past with my mom
I try pay her back in Prada and love
Close to the opps, I'm far from the luck
When this money comes easy, it's harder to trust
When we was on pedal bikes shootin' at them
I never knew nothin' 'bout music or pens
Or writin' a rap
Thought I spend my life in the trap
Now my pinkies are diamond and that
Still keep the smoke
We're ridin' with that
My girl's in Chanel
Stylin' and that
Ask round town, say we're shinin' and that
But they don't play games, 'cause we're violent and that
You beef me on YouTube, cyber attack
I'm really gettin' money, I ain't risin' to that
Mornin' days and nights in the trap
Had me losin' my mind but I'm findin' it back
You whip out your ting, we're flyin' it back
The phone lines ring, we fly out the pack
My **** are drippy, who's flyer than Sav?
We whip it up quickly, you lie in your raps
When I was young I was sleepin' on sofas
Lookin' at money, I don't pree the orders
Now I go Fendi and speak to the owners
They text me as soon as the season is over
[Verse 3]
We keep a revolver
Diamonds cryin' and needin' a shoulder
Stylin' and grindin', I'm dealin' the boulder
Flyin' Dubai, boy, I'm speedin' a Rover
When I come back I'll be re'ing a soldier
She suckin', I'm drivin'
Needin' a chauffeur
Fendi, no laces
G on the sofa
Glove no traces
Peelin' you over
Got bread so we're keepin' a toaster
My man's a snake and I don't deal with cobras
I'm just livin' my life till my **** are nice
Ain' my fault that you did it and died
Late for a show, I was whippin' the night
You **** are broke, you should give it a try
Look at your watch, it ain't givin' no shine
These big fat rocks, they be swimmin' in mine
I'm sinnin' for mine
I ran pas them man sittin' in line
I live by the rassclart finishing line
Free all my real G's sittin' inside
When you come home, you're gonna see a difference in life
[Verse 4]
Real difference in life
Free all my day ones in the can
Nothin' but love for you ****
Soon home
[Verse 5]
Yo, I never switch up
They smile in my face, but it's never been love
They're hatin' on Fred, but they never been cunch
Best check yourself before you wreck yourself
Goin' on my Instagram, you wanna stress yourself?
Them man there don't wanna see no young **** poppin'
Nights in the cell, they had a young **** rottin'
Paper was low, so us young **** robbin'
Written by: Beat Boss, C. Figz, Christopher Hamer, Marvin Bailey, Stephen Hicham Ched-di
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