Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo
Fredo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
Composer
Jagraj Bains
Jagraj Bains
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JB
JB
Producer
Menny
Menny
Mixing Engineer
Kid Base
Kid Base
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, I'm chargin' my phone
I just flipped to this white
And now I feel like the dark's gotta go
Just started my show
And man, this chick took a glance at the Po
Now she's askin' to go
She's feelin' the kid
In some jeans with the rips ripped free into six
Anytime that I'm feelin' the mix
Give my young guns straps, ****
No frets feedin' 'em kids
I got a message for them kids
If you hit the trap
Make sure you're whippin' an' you're stretchin' on them bricks
'Cause I was up on High Road, pebble in the shit
An' I tell you right now
You be never gettin' rich
He used to have P's now he's beggin' for a quid
Tryina bring a young little clanger to his crib
Speakin' of young, I'm the youngest in charge
I'ma young dog, small pet to run in your yard
They came for a shoot and found slugs in my yard
Then they said I stabbed criminal in front of his marge
Kept my mouth closed, I was bossin' the charge
Was stuck in the yard, now I'm stuck in the chart
My A-P looks like it's been flooded with glass
Use the gloves and the mask
Then I'm runnin' a bath
I've never been that guy that clubs in the dance
I'm shottin' on Friday, there's jugs in the car
Man, she listens to Fred and she's lovin' my bars
But she's said the block's hoc and she come to the Shard
Her back end is huge like she's stuffin' her arse
But everything's real, that's my Sutton from France
I'm the man of this house so there's grams in this couch
Hella food in the kitchen like grands in this house
Little homies in UPSA with grams in their mouth
Or slidin' to Kilburn with bangs in their pouch
Like, boom boom
Girl slidin', like foreign, like voom voom
**** straight, two faced, like who's who?
Stole a hard box of coke an' bought a new coop
Man, I'ma lose you
Any girl you see me ridin' with is too cute
Can't help lookin' at that black man
It's too huge
I just spent four rats on two lubes
An' walked to court and told the judge
I don't move for you
But these Nikes on my feet cost the price of my reed
If she said she's my girl and she's lyin' on me
She's tryin' to be, so I slightly to be
Gun shots ringin' off
Man, it's likely my team
Still, I swear down I'm keepin' up
Fuckin' Gucci, they love me in Louis
By age sixteen I was stuck up in 'Juve'
Now I fly O-T in fuckin' jacuzzis
You can't talk to my chick 'cause she's stuck up in bougie
Shouts, that's runnin' through, moolie
Twenty one days lost, there's bun in my doobie
Caught him on freeflow and spun him to Tuesday
When I stepped in this game I was lit and flooded
I put that on my little cousin
**** taught the trap an' they rippin' nothin'
Girl don't rap but my ****' bossin'
And why the Gucci clothes make groupie hoes?
Just lose their mind and go do the most
I didn't choose the road, but my shoes were old
And big bros was gettin' it from movin' 'O's
Man, I can't lie
I was feelin' like shit
When this plug drops a half brick
Told myself have to be easy with it
'Cause when he drops thirty six souls I'm leavin' with it
Then it's onto the next, 'cause I'm cheeky with it
That's why all of my ladies are freaky with it
Check my phone while I'm bathin', she sneaky with it
We just smacked up some pagans in legal visits
So free up my bro, 'cause he's evil with it
My cell got some B in the needle with it
Still he can't find a vein 'cause he's febrile with it
Like, boom boom
Girl slidin', like foreign, like voom voom
**** straight, two faced, like who's who?
Stole a hard box of coke an' bought a new coop
Man, I'ma lose you
Any girl you see me ridin' with is too cute
Can't help lookin' at that black man
It's too huge
I just spent four rats on two lubes
An' walked to court and told the judge
I don't move for you
Written by: Jagraj Bains, Marvin Bailey
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