Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyno Got it
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyno Got it
Composer
King Tut
Composer
Gottionem
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Tut
Producer
Gottionem
Producer
Lyrics
Brodie the CIDs are low-key
Tell my man don’t get to cosy
I know all of the licence plates by heart
If there’s new ones ygs shows me
I was in Jail whipping up kolee only if he didn’t tell pony
Feds pop out of the blue like a jack in da box traps hot so it gives mans cold feet
Came from da tomb got feds on my raider Angelina Jolie
Dot dot squeeze don’t catch these bogies
Shh got left on the back street holy
Gyal go church but ain’t actually holy
Her mans way too attached she told me
Now she holding the wap and food at the start she was rude but she gassed it slowly
I backed my nank and I backed my Brodie left man ketchup hashtag red up
I know the score board so do the opps them so I just let them say whatever
Bro got 15 life’s a set up
Me I gotta get this cheese cheddar
Jump in da ding like I don’t know better
44 spin and kick like Mc Greggor I had dreams of catching a man then it all came true that’s a passionate splash
De ja vu when I grab me a mash
Put in the bells and cut in an Astra
In the kitchen ain’t cooking no pasta
You ain’t drilling your team needs a bafta
Actor
Dots came from Da farm with da tractors
Got your misses bending over backwards
Didn’t even hit it on a mattress
My side we keep it patterned
Ain’t no cap but she a hatters these hoes get so attached tell the guvnor close my flap
If not shanks we roll with waps the BBC will show the stats
Had me on e wing had me on g wing d wing all the opps on b wing
Pm free flow shot on c wing
Step with bro in case we see them
Spin that block with the mop we cleaning
Them boy don’t want beef here vegans
Got new hollow tips for my glee ting
That’s problem solving season
Put my man in a box and seal him
Pull up your bros and hoes are fleeing
She didn’t want to know now these hoes are preaing
Give her the coldest shoulder freezing
I never had no cods
Man don’t cap like polo g
UNO my name but u don’t know me
That ain’t my wife I sold a dream
He talks that talk but I doubt he shoots
Them man move like towie yutes
I’m a eastender like Phil and i love my cats like alphy moon
The dots goes boom my trapline boom either or either were making nose
Trapline pumped ain’t taking roids
Man push more weight than David Lloyd
Written by: Gottionem, King Tut, Tyno Got it

