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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Headie One
Vocals
Bugsey
Vocals
Young T
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ra'chard Tucker
Songwriter
Adedoyin Adewuyi
Songwriter
Irving Adjei
Songwriter
Daniel Traynor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GRADES
Producer
JAE5
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go buss
Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Where you dey go, go? We dey go up
Catch my vibe, lemme go off
Blammed her twice, man it's so tough
[Verse 2]
Aye yo, put the Belaire on her batty make it kotch
Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch
Boy's got peas, now she's hoppin' in the pod
Man a real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wok
If she want a dot, told her meet me at the Totts
Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus
Baby, this a Moncler sweater, Diesel denim
Buy another when my pockets fat like Heather
Neck froze like I don't know no better
Benzo truck, white seats and they leather
Go broke never
On my grind
She Make It Clap like I'm Busta Rhymes
I got the juice, the sauce and all them things
I blammed her twice-a-night with all my bling
Big Benz I drive, I brought that ting
Any girl you want, they want my ting
[Verse 3]
Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go buss
Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Where you dey go, go? We dey go up
Catch my vibe, lemme go off
Blammed her twice, man it's so tough
[Verse 4]
Flood my ice, make a hoe blush
Back of the tour bus, gettin' cool uck
Dsquared, got 'em distressed
Got a hand-wash, new racks with the old Nikes in a shoebox
Keep my stripes, no cost
Pull up in a new plate and she my just
She weren't tryna move bait when our eyes locked
New tints on the coupé, that's a headloss
Off my Whites, right my wrongs
Gucci my mum while you twiddle your thumbs
Count my sums, this is gonna get long
Love my green, I'm tryna get strong
Tryna get on
Where I'm from, it's on
Yes, man don't take no dumb threats
They see funds, they hop fence
We've been up, not up next
[Verse 5]
Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go buss
Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Where you dey go, go? We dey go up
Catch my vibe, lemme go offs
Blammed her twice, man it's so tough
[Verse 6]
And introducing
The one and only
[Verse 7]
Big truck, no clutch
Wrist froze, don't touch
French Siri, I'm so drunk
'Course I can't drink and drive, where's my chauffeur?
Bando upsuh, whip that coca
I really hope this time my worker don't flush
See, I was in a wok, now my penthouse at the top
Shawty said they're best friends, I bet they both fuck
Times they brought cuffs cah they said I sold drugs
And when you're down, ain't nobody around
Plus they come back when you blow up
I forgot my jacket but my heated seats help me warm up
Fast train to Inveraray I used to go up
It's ironic, I just sold out my show in Scotland
Used to say I wanna put Tottenham on the map
But one day I'ma change the map in Tottenham
[Verse 8]
Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go buss
Eye for eye, make 'em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Where you dey go, go? We dey go up
Catch my vibe, lemme go off
Blammed her twice, man it's so tough
Written by: Irving Adjei, Adedoyin Adewuyi, Ra'chard Tucker