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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Headie One
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irving Adjei
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madara Beatz
Producer
Kristian Donaldson
Vocal Recording Engineer
Tyrell Paul
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
Will Lite
Recording Engineer
Lewi White
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Nearly fucked up this whip, too much Kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my Kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn't get boom, that's torture
Even the jakes got us out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all the shit that I've gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what's your order?
[Verse 2]
Fried down fire in the booth with Charlie
It was just fire in the T with Charlie
Had to tell the fiend, shh, stay silent
Cah every noise at the door alarms me
Can't go through normal charges, either the grub
Lookin' at me like part me
Until I'm suttin' tryna off this green
No cutter do the hustle all in my archies
Done bagged up so much crack, I think I got it all in my arteries
Still go spend this prof' on waps, aim it straight, treat it like archery
I ain't ever dine grime and grind, still do it daily like post
I'm whippin' that bowl, kill it in O, that's why the govs said significant role
[Verse 3]
Nearly fucked up this whip, too much Kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my Kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn't get boom, that's torture
Even the jakes got us out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all the shit that I've gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what's your order?
[Verse 4]
Spent fourteen hours in the T, baggin'
The same grub for a different phones
There's bread to break for me and bro
He ain't gotta break bread from different loaf
I got both opp blocks under pressure and did it with both
I'm tryna put a Opp boy on a stretcher
Talkin' bout stretchin, man did it with coke
[Verse 5]
Bruck down dinger or moped, I got the 38 spins, bro cloned it
Two spin tings deep, we're rollin'
Step and make the whole estate take notice
I was sittin' in the T with cokeheads
Shottin' to Jenny from the block, not Lopez
This white and brown like my OT line
Always left the green last like gold does
[Verse 6]
Nearly fucked up this whip, too much Kettle water
Still gotta trust this whip to go get my Kettle watered
Fifty six days in the T house, didn't get boom, that's torture
Even the jakes got us out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune
One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume
You know all of the shit that I've gone through, now my bezzle watered
Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted
On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now what's your order?
Written by: Irving Adjei, Jaimy Lingmont, Paul Daniel Sekasi