Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DigDat
DigDat
Vocals
D-Block Europe
D-Block Europe
Performer
Young Adz
Young Adz
Vocals
Dirtbike LB
Dirtbike LB
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DigDat
DigDat
Composer
Young Adz
Young Adz
Composer
Dirtbike LB
Dirtbike LB
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RXR
RXR
Producer
Jamie McEvoy
Jamie McEvoy
Engineer
Kaywan Qazzaz
Kaywan Qazzaz
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

TT, I just blessed the fiends I don't need no press machine I'm seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me I know they want my soul That's why mummy said don't trust them Got no time for no hoes Just fuck them, don't love them My heart's in fully When it's beef, don't do part time Think I'm running out of luck It feels like I'm on my last life When everybody left Still had my brothers 'cause they stayed too They lying niggas, ain't true It's funny, I see straight through Bro eighteen, he got eighteen Judge just threw that book at him Fuck fame, got all this pain Don't feel the same when I look at him TT, I just blessed the fiends I don't need no press machine I'm seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me All the pain in my brother's eyes Take trips to the other side Baking off in them jail cells No sleep, had me up at night I'll ride with S 'til the end Put in work if he's wrong or right Wear different trainers with the skeng I'm prayin' suttin' gets dropped tonight Now we're finding out where he sleeps Slidin' out in them Jeeps I blew ten bags in a week Jad's playin' for keeps Amiri jeans, not Levi's All I wanted was my P's right Got light like street lights Sawed-off, it come knee high TT, I just blessed the fiends I don't need no press machine I'm seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me Youngest, richest nigga from my city Baby, don't ever mistake that Bought a brick of loose, baby Same day, I turn that straight crack All this love for bro If it's a bullet, bro, I'll take that I make thousands with bro And everyday he's still the same man I just poured some codeine, baby, I ain't listenin' I just popped a percy, mummy, these ain't vitamins Little nigga in the bando, he ain't listenin' Take that pack, I slap that nigga, then I'm gettin' rid of him TT, I just blessed the fiends I don't need no press machine I'm seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me I don't need no press machine I'm seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered
Writer(s): Aaron Rogers, Adam Laurence, Darren Diggs, Rickey Banton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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