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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bandokay
Bandokay
Performer
SJ
SJ
Performer
Double Lz
Double Lz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bandokay
Bandokay
Songwriter
SJ
SJ
Songwriter
Double Lz
Double Lz
Songwriter
Mehmet Bulbuller
Mehmet Bulbuller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
McMemzy
McMemzy
Producer

Lyrics

Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi If he does dash, I'm trippin' that up, stabbing that mug, I'm leaving him rubbed Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi If he does dash, I'm trippin' that up, stabbing that mug, I'm leaving him rubbed Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi Bad B on the nizz, shawty wanna do it like Offset and Cardi Don't look back there's rallies, take the next right, head straight to the Farm, g Anti social yutes so we're only one leaning parties The way Kermit slapped that yute, I swear he should sign up for the army I'm in love with guwop, the cash, I ain't in love with barbies Put one hand on Jab, I rise that spin cah that's my chargy My head back criss like Tucker, fly out the back seat, say, "Who's that dargy?" And if he does wrong and we can't find him then we'll turn up at his aunties I'd rather be in the T house than baked off in a party Right now I want my hands on a whoosh before I have my hands on a Carti Free Kash, free Brad, free Wazzy, freedom's a must, free all of the Farm g's Ayy, freedom's a must, free all of the Farm g's Niggas know about me I'm the youngest, still hop out crashing this corn He got bored and he got bored, don't ride back shit, what are their thoughts Jump out Abz, try not get caught This young and handsome man will pull up to your block, disobey the law Got round there, two waps and a sword, let me show them suttin' Me and bro took trips with waps, crash it at your back, rudeboy stop running I'm chinging that up, no stunting Hop out the back, Rambos get backed, me and bro step with shanks, no fussing I do drills and it's all for the gang, I ching backs if they start running Free Boogie, that's my brother, man hop out with this cutter I suggest if you buck this gang, buck a yute, turn and switch to a runner Most man love leaving their friends, opps get bucked, I keep it 1 hunna I back shanks and ching their chests, they breeze off, what a heartless sucker I've been in the field like Lampard, my bro's been scoring the goals like Kane And if you ever asked my age, you'll ask me why am I so OJ They're pushing and shoving their friends in a foot chase, how is that shit okay? I got my eyes on the bag like Kenzo, so you really know I'm about my pay And we spoke 'bout the Golden Boot already, you know that we're winning again I put my blade where your cheek is, I ripped that out now your names Scarface Don't come round here with your jewellery, I'll pop that shit, now it's in my name And what are you gonna say? You can't do shit, just stay in your place Get your forehead buss on the high road, it looks like you just got dipped in sauce Bro's been touching the buttons like Sneakbo and swinging their shanks with force Little yutes wanna jump on this road ting, I guess they just signed up for a course I've dussed big men with rambo, it looks like a chickens been chasing a horse A mouse is chasing a cat, a yute like me get a big man whacked So lowe all the chat, they don't wanna see man pull up with Jab And if I see yutes in my distance, no stalling, everyone gets slapped The dot-dot gets tapped and I just pray one of them get packed Tell my young boy play your position, I like him cah he listens Bad B on the nizz, she really can't keep her distance She asked if I'm linked with London Fields cah she seen me in the dance with Griffin We're going on a glide tonight to test out the Smithen What you know 'bout running that down? What you know 'bout running out of breath but you still wanna ching 'cause he runs his mouth And man can drenched in chest, belly and back plus legs and head They can't do it like me, walk on streets or things on peds Fuck a 1-2s, 3-0 instead If you're gonna talk 'bout the opp block I beg you don't be mentioning fassys Man been round on the opp block, bare man running and showing their battys Some fucking pattys, they don't wanna see man get splashy And mind where you're taking snaps when you're driving, your friend can get bored in the passy
Writer(s): Andre Deer, Jayden O'neill-crichlow, Kemani Kane Duggan, Mehmet Bulbuller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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