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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mowgs
Mowgs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mowgs
Mowgs
Composer
Screama
Screama
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Screama
Screama
Producer

Lyrics

Free di man dem
Rest in peace, Crow
You know
That's boy shit
Screamin' fresh shot, fresh shot (yeah, yo, yo)
Man, I told 'em ****, "Keep up", but they couldn't (uh)
'Cah **** love to gossip, talkin' 'bout some shit they shouldn't (yeah)
This madam doin' shade, I record, I couldn't
60 floors in Dubai was like hundred thousand dirhams
Talk about the Rollie, I can talk about the drip
But take that all away, I'm still a dad to my kid
Still a dad to these pricks, with all that, keep a stick
On the M with a brick, man I hope I don't get nicked, yo
I got beef with some **** over here (here)
Some **** over there, black up and be assured (rest in peace)
Couple semis on the block you ain't heard
Hear a whip do a skrrt, all you gonna hear is brr
Now I know why he's wearing a vest
I ain't put money on your chest, I put money on your head
Pull up, brick fall, and I'm a **** make them Zeds move (yeah)
And I don't gamble with my life, I'm playin' chess moves
Told my **** don't bring me 'round them next dues
And I don't know if them **** fuck with them youths
Two phones getting busy with a SIM
In the kitchen, two bulls gettin' busy with the whip
Two hos gettin' busy with a brick
My name's really in the script, I can't get it how I live (yeah)
Trappers show me love (what), robbers give me hugs (yeah)
Plugs give me grub, opps wanna give me some love, yo
I done a lot of shit, I guess I can't make it right (nope)
Up in Andy's, on the mains, four wings and fries
I'm sick and tired of **** always a'ight, tellin' lies
So I just watch who I'm around and who's by my side (yeah)
Unless you on the brick, I ain't bothered then (no)
And don't ask me for a deal if ain't copping ten (ten)
Night track again, trappin' in my Jordans
I never miss a cell, I was on every morning (yeah)
OD'd for weeks, I had the whole buck scoring
Trap hard, push food, young **** ballin'
Hundred ain't enough, **** spendin' all the time
Hundred ain't enough, **** spendin', I'm buyin'
Big four though, he was buyin'
You drop to the floor, you know where everything lyin'
Brick after brick (what), strip after strip (yeah)
Clip after clip, I just want my **** rich, yo
Can't even run me down like my name's tight
But I just play it cool, she know I'm the main guy
I'll never hit that bitch, she fucked some lame guys
Two Insta bitch hit me up at the same time
I know these **** hate, but they just think twice
And they can't front, they steppin' on some thin ice
Still give change to me, is that their life
Let's go down beyond the come up so you know it's only right, yo
Full pipes on the whip, high performance (skrrt)
Full bricks on the whip, no insurance
When it comes to money, everybody's talk 'cause
'Til it's time to pay and **** start lookin' awkward
Written by: Mowgs, Screama
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