クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rv
Performer
Headie One
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rv
Composer
Irving Adjei
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghosty
Producer
Will Lite
Mixing Engineer
Lewi White
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Ching, wet, dip, splash him, opps get got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out wit' his ting so I brought mine, too
And we went there matchin'
Pulled up in the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps be waxin'
Ching, wet, dip, splash him, opps get got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out wit' his ting so I brought mine, too
And we went there matchin'
Pulled up in the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps be waxin'
[Verse 2]
Swear it's about time that this match got called off
The score's like fifteen-nil, no Warnock
Man, ain't gotta check that scoreboard
Jump out gang
Don't get yourself cornered 'cause you gonna hold this borer
Still go kick man's door off, I ain't gotta swing this sawn off
My bro still slaps it in reverse
He jumps out, too, no, he ain't no chauffeur
I'm on the opp block explorin', gangdem do it better than Dora
I been straight tryna find where the phones, smoke and clothes are
They got me in an interview room with a heavy ass folder
They want me in the can like Cola
Later when we're spazzin' on the mains
Two hands on the skeng like a PS controller
Fuck them, I still whip this yola
Do it so hard that it spun the whole bowl off
Swing my shank, I don't swing no hooks
Like I ain't tryna give no chorus
Hope that I catch man's organs
I don't need it for no donor, I just do it normal then stroll off
Gang got smoke that sprays, we ain't really fond of roll on
Still step with this four long, still got all this gold on
You know how much strips this flake got sold on?
When it comes to the papers, man, don't prolong
Circle the opp block, ain't see no one
Still tryna get my golden goal on
[Verse 3]
Ching, wet, dip, splash him, opps get got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out wit' his ting so I brought mine, too
And we went there matchin'
Pulled up in the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps be waxin'
Ching, wet, dip, splash him, opps get got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out wit' his ting so I brought mine, too
And we went there matchin'
Pulled up in the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps be waxin'
[Verse 4]
Fuck a V5 of flavors, got a .35, tryna smoke me an opp
Try run, get slapped in your back
That's standard procedure, you don't need to cough
Give a sawn of ting to my young boys
I'ma big man to be rollin' wit' dots
I ain't talkin' 'bout scaffolding when I say
That I brought big poles on the block
Ring-ring, trap, get them stacks, got beef so I invest in waps
Opps get chinged, opps get crashed
All now they ain't try to get me back
Got a bad B that plugs my food so I gotta come press this pack
God, strike me down right now if I'm lying
Every word that I said is facts
Been in the bando, pebblin' Z's, light and dark, Megan and Wes
Not one of my **** can doubt me
I keep it one hundred, never been less
Countless times I've flirted the Audi
No halal meat when I chef up his neck
Anytime gang step, it's a M, if not, then it's attempt
Feds got half my team in jail
That's probably 'cause they know we're riders
I was with Kash in Onley, shank on me in my robe and sliders
When I get round there and I buss it
I ain't gettin' on no revivers
Three bags for the .44 long but still free smoke for the Niners
[Verse 5]
Ching, wet, dip, splash him, opps get got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out wit' his ting so I brought mine, too
And we went there matchin'
Pulled up in the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps be waxin'
Ching, wet, dip, splash him, opps get got for fashion
Anytime them boys try disrespect
I make sure they regret their actions
Bro stepped out wit' his ting so I brought mine, too
And we went there matchin'
Pulled up in the strip but there's nobody here
Come like the opps be waxin'
Written by: Bradley Robert Moss, Irving Adjei, Rv