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Rasi Wellington
Songwriter
Teddy Samba
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Wilfred Kouassi
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Big Mike
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
See me on the road with my bros
Feds can't make man talk
Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab
Couple man made me walk
Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick
Couple man paid me short
Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps
Beat him up in JD Sports
[Verse 2]
Hey, same old shit, in guns we trust
More alcohol, all guns will bust
Just had coke sniffed off my cock, I don't even sniff
I touch those that cannot be touched
You dream of hoes that I've done fucked
Check your bank balance, I know it's zero, bruv
You're luck that it ain't that deep (Huh)
[Verse 3]
Tell them groupies to grab their things because I'm deady-ready
Off-license for vodka, you know already
Birds with massive tits, man had hit already
God now south, yeah, can spark off a semi
So wasted, Yogi man, come and get me
Tried to get home, but my legs won't let me
Life's so good, man, I want more Henny
[Verse 4]
I told them I used to saw down shotguns in my bed
Tune with Dill, flood the streets, Trident must still hate me
The old boys had me spray cribs, and low bricks for nice beats
I loved it, you heard me
I'd rather gangbang than beat
45, boy better know bruv
[Verse 5]
Can't lie, it's been a good year for the kid
Your post code don't make you a gangster
You're not bad, your area is
[Verse 6]
Base
I tried to ride my wave
I tried to hold my meds
Needed the food, told my G I'm hungry ledge
Come, we go, Greggs?
Order the food, two sausage rolls and a steak bake
Sausage and beans, what's next?
Wanted a sandwich
This fat bitch tried tell man that she ain't got no bread
[Verse 7]
Get me mad, auto gas
Fuck up everyone in Greggs
Kick 'em with the doughnuts and the yum-yums
Nothing in this shop is bless
Yeah I'm from South but mandem know
I'm mad in my Birmingham head
This boy's flow, whoa, that is totally effed
[Verse 8]
Dem man are bread, baguettes, I'm a bloomer
Haven't these mandem known this yet?
Nanu nanu, Mork and Mindy, way up there
Sci-fi, like Babylon 5, man know that I shit on guys
Beam me up Scotty, down here's dead
They ain't got no more vibe
[Verse 9]
Spliff in the club
What you mean I can't smoke?
Drink in my cup
What you mean I can't cope?
Burn down the dance, then I'll send man home
You can check my bros
[Verse 10]
'Yo, see me on the road with my bros
Feds couldn't make me chat
Never had a whip, never had P's for a cab
Man never gave me jack
Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick
And man never paid me back
Caught him in East, he was tryna cop something cheap
Beat him up in TK Maxx
[Verse 11]
Mess with the fam, I'll go jail for my brother like I'm Scofield
You better change that tone still
Pulling out tools, this is a real ting, this is no drill
Real ting, this is no drill
One girl said, "Why don't you work with artists?"
That brudda there's got no chill
Someone tell him, it's only healthy bredding
Bitch, I don't even like wholemeal
[Verse 12]
Shut your mouth
Because your team's whack
Couldn't even get me on a loan deal
Man are like, "Fam, P, man, that bread line's mad
I just got it, that's cold still, can't tell me jack"
Stab who in the back? Get the blood on your floor spilled
Man don't wanna clash
Man wanna go back to back
Four wheels on a man, that's roadkill, mad
[Verse 13]
Mad, man can't text me again, tryna make dark skin sexy again
It's mad, man can't text me again, tryna make dark skin
[Verse 14]
When I write bars, I'm like an OG in jail
'Cause man start panic when I buss out the pen
Me and P still here, you left then came back, fam
You'll duss out again
Violations, not today, rude girl
Fall back, go suck out your friend
You just tested the leng
Serious, please don't vex me again
[Verse 15]
Mad, everybody thinks they're bad
Trigger fingers on YouTube and that
When man used to wear them Fisher Price skates
Is the only time that you roll with a strap, sad
Mandem gone mad, I'm not on this designer fad
Won't see me spend a bad on an LV bag
Won't spend a bag on an MCM bag
[Verse 16]
Fam, if you got beef with the man
Back it up, don't just talk, P's in the bank
Make sure you are the Dan at stacking up paper
Or you will need a plan
Do not listen to man
That's wrappin' up more of them scores, he don't understand
If he thinks he's nang, man will slap him up for them thoughts
Blam
[Verse 17]
Walk in the rave with a smile on my face
Yeah, man, I got a few racks on me
Worm came through, don't ask what he paid
Tell man straight that a straps not cheap
Light up my set, then I'm out of the rave
Waitin' around, nah, that's not me
I got caught in the club with a slut
Told my girl that it's not that deep
It's not that deep
Written by: Big Mike, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior, Rasi Wellington, Teddy Samba, Wilfred Kouassi
