Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Piki
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Piki
Songwriter
Tumisho Mokwele
Songwriter
Banzi Ntuli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juviii
Producer
Lyrics
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I'm from the Gallies Ekse
Ghalis, Ekse
The Gallies, Ekse
Me and my brother gon' fuck up the streets
Lih Skwele got money, designer my sheets
You know that we ballin' like Miami Heat
We sellin' drugs, we feed the streets
We made a hit today, got it on repeat
I'm from the east, got the gang on my sleeve
I can't go up alone, the whole gang gotta eat
Lih bitch that I got on? I got on my fleece
Designer my jeans, Louis my feet
Lil' boy, I got true religion on my jeans
Boy, pull up on me, mi kasi su kasi
Double my Kup, you know this shit look muddy
We wipin' your nose, we leavin' you bloody
That boy said he scared, we don't give a fuck
If you from the Gallie, Dala what you must
She said, keep it real, shout out to my auntie
Don't treat me like that, boy, you is a laaitie
I drop the cap to the floor
KZN boy, with the craziest flow
Check one, check two, Dala what you must
Dala what you must, why you makin' a fuss
Just like Chief Keef we hotbox in the bus
Geekin' with me, it's a problem, I'm geekin' on runtz
That boy goin' broke, he ran out of funds
Stay with my brother, he keep that shit tucked
I'm Boolin with Piki, he don't give a fuck
Japanese Garment on me, you know
You know, Lih skwele gon' switch up the flow
You shoppin' at Jozi for your fuckin' clothes
Double B on me to cover my toes
Call up my Kutta, he wipin' your nose
He switched up on me, boy, that's what he chose
Written by: Banzi Ntuli, Leatile Piki, Tumisho Mokwele