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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pozer
Pozer
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pozer
Pozer
Songwriter
Young Madz
Young Madz
Songwriter
Dmitry Volynkin
Dmitry Volynkin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Madz
Young Madz
Producer
REUP LONDON
REUP LONDON
Producer
Kross Cut It
Kross Cut It
Mixing Engineer
J Rocs
J Rocs
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cooper
Jeremy Cooper
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

I done it with gang and I done it alone (mmm, nah, turn that up) Know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone (Young Madz, tur-t-t-tu-t-t-) Roll this dope, smoke, and toke Southside of the water, ain't a joke I chop green then I'm letting it go My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone I done it with gang and I done it alone Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone From a Q to a half to a fours I'm still in and out of the warehouse doors I mash work, of course It could have been from a next I sauced my first blade at nine At the age of 12, slap bine, 15, beat a court case I flied it on the strip It's clear mine's different to your ye In and out of these council flats Tryna better my stacks, packs letting it fly I'm in the trap with the ramz on my lap If I ain't got scales, I'll do it by eye Backstrap spliff on a dirty Sprite ZK ramz on a rusty spin Rollin' around but I can't see him There's about five man in this tinted dings Weed, whips, lean, liqour Hennessy make girl turn stripper Shanks, bine, peds, dingers Love my life, I'm a real hood nigga The teeth on the ramz sliced him and his life The bine out the .9 caught man like gourmet I slang packs but growing's my forte I've been doing it since secondary school days Roll this dope, smoke, and toke Southside of the water, ain't a joke I chop green then I'm letting it go My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone I done it with gang and I done it alone Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone I need bread, not clout, figures I want bruck-back, nines and spinnas Samurais, ZKs and flickers Live at the nine-five, I ain't one of these niggas Roads is real, gotta keep mine on me And I know you get what you give, it's mad Creep up stealth with the nifteens wonky Due to tek wah the only son that she had The same time I'm tryna level up and do greatness Allah made this and that's talking facts How you gonna G-check me with my stainless? The yute's brainless, how I'll ying it and dash Long time I ain't been Jummah, I'm wasted I'm all wasting time that I don't have PTSD brandishing my shavers Don't know if it's motor or jump out gang Tried chinging up Totts, but it popped, are you serious? Said I won't slide to his side, he's delirious Block the flip now i'm serious My nigga said roll this dope and cool I'm outside when this shit get serious I ain't here cah I'm tryna look cool Mask on face like Ray Mysterious I'm on TFL with this stainless tool Roll this dope, smoke and toke Southside of the water, ain't a joke I chop green then I'm letting it go My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone I done it with gang and I done it alone Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
Writer(s): Dmitry Volynkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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