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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mowgs
Mowgs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mowgs
Mowgs
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fumes Beats
Fumes Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, listen, yo
(Fumez on the beat)
Shout the mandem, you know, uh
[Verse 2]
Twenty, started to save, started to lick, oh man
I told the plug that ain't enough, I ain't a likkle man
Yeah, man, the flavours ain't flowin' here
Loud guy shit, bro, you know that bud's growin' here
I'm gettin' money, man, it's like my life's a 360
Cah I re and I come out and see the plug quickly
Lookin' at my wardrobe, probably like I'm 50
Always strapped in the hood, I can't go out like Nipsey
And I don't know about no Grammys, all I knew about was grams of coke
All I knew was OT, I've never travelled 'round the globe
Politics up in my hood, they're tryna do me like I'm Dolph
Till me get the drop and leave the feds another case to solve
All these hours that I put in 'bout to take flight
Feds on my, opps on me, guess I'm just a bait guy
My **** on the wing, tryna pan thizz
My other **** on the strip, puttin' buj in Riz'
[Verse 3]
Yeah, man, these **** tryna count me out
Huh, shit, I'm still countin' now
You can't count me out unless you count a hundred thou'
But you ain't seen a ten yet, boy, watch your mouth
[Verse 4]
I lick big moves, pass out big food
Magic in the kitchen what my wrist do
Yeah, I get the yay gone and I get the haze gone
Told the man that it's a different pack, but it's the same one
I lick big moves, pass out big food
Magic in the kitchen what my wrist do
Yeah, I get the yay gone and I get the haze gone
Told the man that it's a different pack, but it's the same one
[Verse 5]
Man, these birds gettin' flew, I don't need to sweat it
Got beef, I need to dead, ain't pasha, I don't need the credit
And I don't know how to mix a song, but I can mix a pack
My ****'s in jail for drillin', he don't wanna chat
Flyin' out to Manny for a swammi, Brum's overpriced
Thought I had Bitcoin the way I lost it overnight
Bought so much dingers, my link thought I was choppin' cars
And **** tryna show me love, but they're not my dargs
**** feel entitled and they start turn to rivals
Get money, buy a gun, man, that shit's vital
My **** came home and risked his freedom for me
So as long as I'm on, he'll never need man for P
[Verse 6]
Yeah, man, these **** tryna count me out
Huh, shit, I'm still countin' now
You can't count me out unless you count a hundred thou'
But you ain't seen a ten yet, boy, watch your mouth
[Verse 7]
I lick big moves, pass out big food
Magic in the kitchen what my wrist do
Yeah, I get the yay gone and I get the haze gone
Told the man that it's a different pack, but it's the same one
I lick big moves, pass out big food
Magic in the kitchen what my wrist do
Yeah, I get the yay gone and I get the haze gone
Told the man that it's a different pack, but it's the same one
[Verse 8]
Count me out
Countin' now
You can't count me out unless you count a hundred thou'
Written by: Mu'adh Bradley
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