Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
HMD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hamdi Hassan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HMD
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Off the 'yac, off the 'yac, off the 'yac
Get the money, get the money
[Intro]
Want your house, want your blood
Want your money, want your stash
Want your car, want your this, want your that, woah
But **** disrespect me if I don't believe that he gonna get AK-47
[Verse 1]
Say it's war, say it's time, no, it ain't
Come for me in my sleep, no, you ain't
Take my time, yeah
Wicked in the mind, yeah
Can't alarm me
Wishin' you would try me
Pull up slow to your feet, to your dome
See your life flash fast as you go
See the crime, yeah
Is how you lived a lie, yeah
Run up on me
Do you know the pressure?
[Chorus]
No, you don't want smoke
You want 5-0
I know what you told
Abayo, let's go
I don't need to lie about my deen, no way
I don't need to lie about my deen, no way
You don't want smoke
You want 5-0
I know what you told
Abayo, let's go
I don't need to lie about my deen, no way
I don't need to lie about my deen, no way
[Verse 2]
Pree this
Lately I've been rampin' up the heat, yeah
I don't wanna teach you 'bout me
Believe, pray for me
Juju livin' strong in me
I see homicide
Before you die
He's fallin', he's fallin'
Man is only warmsin'
Better get it all in, yeah
Believe that I'ma sin
I'm going for your head like I'm aimin' top bin
Steady on my deen, Lord knows I'm goin' deep
I didn't know the crud in me was seasoned over beef, let's go
[Chorus]
You don't want smoke
You want 5-0
I know what you told
Abayo, let's go
I don't need to lie about my deen, no way
I don't need to lie about my deen, no way
You don't want smoke
You want 5-0
I know what you told
Abayo, let's go
I don't need to lie about my deen, no way
I don't need to lie about my deen, no way
[Verse 3]
Remember me please, yeah
Take a photo please, yeah
Hold on to this memory
Chokin' you with jewellery
Come on back to Hell with me, yeah
Swear down on my mama G
I'll be spittin', pissin' on your eulogy
I don't know why it's so deep
I don't know why it's so deep
Sir, I only smoke grade (Grade)
Activate my hate
It's fire 'pon the yutes if they ever come my way
Pussy run with pussy, let the daggers hit the stray
(Let the daggers hit the stray)
(Smoke)
[Instrumental]
Yeah
Off the 'yac, off the 'yac, off the 'yac
Written by: Hamdi Hassan
