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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Krept
Krept
Vocals
P2J
P2J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casyo Johnson
Casyo Johnson
Composer
Richard Isong
Richard Isong
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P2J
P2J
Producer
Matt Barnes
Matt Barnes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Shane Shanahan
Shane Shanahan
Mixing Engineer
Tom Hall
Tom Hall
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
True story, leave them red like Morley's
Why them man tryna war me?
Ain't them man like 40?
True story, leave them red like Morley's
Why them man tryna war me?
Ain't them man like 40?
[Verse 2]
Three, two, one
How many different ways can I tell man suck their mum?
That's suck your mum from Area 51
Platinum songs, you ain't got one
That kicks off, you ain't got gun
Pass me a zute, pinch of the rung
Black gyal cute, pinch on her bum like
Whole gang did it
Came with a few Marleys and I don't mean reggae
Big H on the belt
Them man ain't ready
[Verse 3]
Done six figures on jewellery
Then I thought, nah, tomfoolery
So I did six-figure investments
I'm the big man now, do ventures
But I still got gang on the guest list
And I still got man that'll press this
And I still got, and I still got
More money than all of my exes' fathers
[Verse 4]
Fuck them man and their daughters
Stamp on your face in Pradas
Punched in your face by Kon'
Get rapped by the business partners
Weasel, and there's something in the bag that's illegal
I got white boys that are evil
Hold up your wifey, alright, treacle?
And you know them man got a new gun
You little cunt, they'll tear you a new one
We all bleed, we all human
But I'm bloodclaat richer than you man
[Verse 5]
Light brother and I'm with some young G's
They're some ASBOs
Where you coming from?
They said, "Straight out the bando"
Wanna try your luck? Better know how this can go
If you wanna look inside a bag, that's a rambo
[Verse 6]
Fast lane, zero stops
You're a trap star, zero crops
Man get slapped in the face when P's owed
Man get PO boxed
Back hand
Did kinda well for a Black man
Come a long way from the trap fam
Swallowing dots like Pacman
What's that fam? Ay
[Verse 7]
Text your girl late at night
Got my name saved as, "Chinese Take Away"
Boyfriend phoned on the hype so I reply
"Somebody order egg fwi wi?"
Man better show the respect, my guy
Man get one to the chest, my guy
Still got some for the rest, my guy
Man talk wreck, man get Muay Thai like
Do dare jump in the sauna (Whoa)
Bro got a Smith, no Jorja (Whoa)
Ain't on shit, you're a talker (Whoa)
Bad boy, come 'round the corner (Whoa)
Man start burstin' bubbles (Whoa)
Man's girlfriend wants trouble
Me goin' back through your girl, had her screamin', "Oh"
Call that D-double
Wait, I call that D squared
My man's girlfriend actually shared
Saw in your eyes man's actually scared
Fuck them man, they're actually red
[Verse 8]
Oh, shit
Bro just let off the whole clip
Tell them man there, "Don't slip"
Man just lock off the whole strip
I played your tape again
Said you're gonna bust your leng
On track seven, eight, nine and ten
'Low it, you ain't gonna bust no skeng
[Verse 9]
One tape, heard a thousand crimes
Man heard a thousand lies
Don't talk to me 'bout P's
Man spent a thousand a thousand times
Blood, you do the math
Blood, you do the math
Wait
Please don't move like you do the crash
[Verse 10]
Give him 13 reasons why I got grands in the safe
Give me 13 reasons why I shouldn't punch my man in the face
Got a radio show on Beats G
And I got a show on the TV
Plus mandem got a restaurant
RIP the party, my GG
I guess I'm the go-to now
I guess I'm a mogul now
Man make money in different ways
Ain't even gotta lay a vocal down
Big man now, make boss moves
Part of my team, then I got you
Why's this yute got a bally on?
Rudeboy, take off the costume
[Verse 11]
True story, leave them red like Morley's
Why them man tryna war me?
Ain't them man like 40?
Ay, true story, leave them red like Morley's
Why them man tryna war me?
Ain't them man like 40?
Written by: Casyo Johnson, Richard Isong
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