Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
£lmoe Bands
Songwriter
Lyrics
After the jeeting, bands ain't speaking, homegirl knows is home time
Tryna show dis hoe I don't want her, doubling back 'n' is cause of the soul tie
Tryna get to da bag as per, paigons hate cah they're brass, some lowlifes
Grown man get put In da ****, you was 15 I was 5 in '09
It's true coulda ran up a hundred, all a these bands that I made from the crow line
Try take mans broski's what not, no other way on God, gotta hold bine
Can't be on selective badness, come round here we can shoot or poke guys
And the opp thots love when they see man, giving out drops, tryna dead of the old guy
If we chill on da hill 'n' it's vacant, get my young boys and we slide to the O side
Right now I got 5 In da wag, bruk down 3, other 2 get co-signed
And I don't even mean to be rude but I won't hesitate if it's bud that I don't like
Ayy, listen, ahh
I was In the jungle, 1 up
Endured them treacherous summers
Back then I was pinnacle serving, only now that I send my runners
No gloves, no way I'ma hit it, she tryna touch and fuck, no rubbers
She insist on getting her way enjoying the game cah I'm way to stubborn
My youngboy said he's a trapper put him In the T I can tell that he's lying
All a these birds on the curb, mans flying
Me and bro on the roads it's horrid, buck us a opp and he's probably dying
When I step wit' the wudumu on me, no way I'll have mumsy crying
And Jeff keep messaging Hubada, next time gotta check him for wires
Asgad in da back on volts, bro to cold he ain't wrecking the tyres
Hop out the ride, they're petrified, stepping wit' weapons that's petrifying
How many times in and out of the cats home box in bits, no scales, man eye it
What you know about indecisive?
In and out of zando daily, really and truly I should be writing
16 plus that's just in jewel's and I ain't even got to the signing
023 I'm on stage at wireless, till then of course I'm grinding
Beat that case, got Fonem smiling
Slide on po, tryna find where they're hiding
Gotta laugh when they talk 'bout losses
All a this dough that I lost in silence
Like one ah dem already gone, I need me another to bill up a hybrid
Shoutout my let's go riders riding, really tryna close mans eyelids
In da T wit' a B, no bags, freezer bags man's hittin' up Iceland
Cat on my phone just wildin' wining, prolly 'bout Elmo's timing
Telling him mate just wait I'll nice him
Lil bro just fuck up the re bought Alex McQueens
Tryna flex on minors
Gotta give him a lick in his head and tell him again that mans not smiling
Uh
Written by: £lmoe Bands