Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
8SZN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Soma Taylor Patel
Songwriter
8SZN
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beats By Taz
Producer
Lyrics
I got runts in my shit get me gone
Smoking til the A.M
Smoking til dawn
China white on ur streets
My tunes got u tweaking like u off the b
Got u itching like a fiend
And if u in the way of bro then uno I hit a screen
Call my bro like what’s the mission
Today I made a killing
We ain’t even leave a witness
Chop city
I’ma ‘daemon’
With a business
I twiss my watch it’s skeletal
Yh uno this bitch is skinless
Snowy trees like it’s Christmas
I put prada on my bitch
Unknown on my brother
Everytime I flip the switch
It’s 1 of 1 there ain’t no other
Put a pinky down for 1v1s
Bro hit nuttin but net
I could tell u that ur vest won’t help
My bro hit nuttin but necks
Affiliate to who
Don’t worry
Tribe stay scattered round
I couldn’t care ab a postcode war
My opps know I’m about
U could catch me in the south
Deptford shelling shows again
I like it in the night
Baddies out and they got hoes for friends
U can’t trust em
They all chose the bench
Watch could never mention
I ain’t into talking if I’m sober
You could never question
Can’t fuck with all these influencers
They just seek attention
Pussy
I can’t hold u to u ur skinny jeans
Loosen up
These treesh women tryna claim me
How could you fall in love
Keep getting spotted in the streets by fans it’s only up!
U can’t drink this holy cup
My garms free cos I’m lit
This ain’t no holy luck
Pussy
Scars on fists
Never told em went straight to class
Just cos u never done that shit doesn’t mean I can’t
I was in the library with beats to my fucking feet
No revision done I had bass booming all week
Who really done the royal Albert hall before u hit puberty
I was dancing Hard Rock Cafe
Trust me this ain’t new to me
Built to perform
Do it nasty
Or do it kind
Voted most likely to be famous
Ima prove em right
If u doubted my expansion
Ima prove u wrong
These **** hurt
Cos their bitch reciting all my songs
Face long
So confused how I flow like this
Take down that chaos flick boy u do not own that pic
I was wilding out
Like hitman holla
U can’t duck these Ls
Ain’t talking church
But bro got a love for ringing bells
Like a fox I’m way too quick
Can’t catch me in the cells
Catch catch me on a block
Wont catch me wid a rock
Oh well
Written by: Soma Taylor Patel