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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frosty
Frosty
Vocals
Q2T
Q2T
Vocals
Chappo CSB
Chappo CSB
Vocals
Nines
Nines
Vocals
Harrijay
Harrijay
Programming
SXBER SOUNDS
SXBER SOUNDS
Programming
Clavish
Clavish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Asharn Williams
Asharn Williams
Songwriter
Cian Wright
Cian Wright
Songwriter
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
Harri J Williams
Harri J Williams
Composer
Jonathan Barton
Jonathan Barton
Songwriter
Reiss Williams
Reiss Williams
Songwriter
Theo Beckford
Theo Beckford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Engineer
Karlos
Karlos
Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
Harrijay
Harrijay
Producer
SXBER SOUNDS
SXBER SOUNDS
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Humble but I don't take bad up
Just bagged up a nine, 'bout to whip up something with my favourite rapper
Got hammers and the gang's united, still got gunners in my team like Xhaka
Just know the machine's got bine and the hunting knife's got claws like Santa
Uptown for some cheese and pasta
Keek's don't wanna go halves on a rental, I treat the C class like an Astra
Sixteen, first time I ever gripped on a shh
Let me change the topic
Still get 'round where, let me switch my crep and just change my top quick
Cover up goods so the cameras don't recognise me
Like my phone when I'm tryna unlock it
Interview room, don't panic, I keep my cool, Jordan
Next whip that I buy gon' be push to start, I ain't gonna need keys, Morgan
This one's for all of my teachers and anyone else that doubted
Used to bang out 'Loyal to the Soil' in school, now look, I'm on Nina's album
All the wass on the phone sounds good but man better keep the same energy
I told man, "It don't make us cool cah we got the same enemies"
The less friends, the better, B
Cats phoning cah we got better B
Told her, "After I nut, you better leave"
The woman crush wanna have sex with me (Ay, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I could pebble a thousand rocks per hour
Made a mess on the kitchen counter
Left the waps in the dressing room
Always got thugs around us (They know)
Versace gown on the wing
Double wrap my mash in cling
Talkin' loose on the phone to bae
I'll be more than pissed if the govs walk in
Before the label hit me, I got my first advance from the streets (They know)
Can't reason with bro, he ain't hear none of that chat
Ain't giving them a chance to speak
Two bricks in her crib
Said she ain't done this shit for no one apart from me
All of them late night M-way trips
Do it in stussy, sixty-three
They don't sell this in London
Gotta go Milan or Paris, drip from overseas
Diamonds wet and I make your girlfriend wet
Whenever I show my teeth (Bling)
[Verse 3]
This ting can't fit on my waist (Nah)
It's longer than a guitar case
And you need people like me
To say, "That's the bad guy", I'm like Scarface
Got so much B in the room
Any noise outside and my heart race
And they never thought I would make it
I'm like a flower that grew in a dark place, uh
I'm the last person they thought would blow
Overseas, still runnin' the ends
Mum's talking about them ****
Only if she knew it was her son and his friends
Bummy **** rapping 'bout Zs still
Them times we were tryna make a next meal
Told my **** Clavish to calm down
Cah he'll run in your house like a treadmill
[Verse 4]
Still real on 36 (Woo)
And trap, yeah, I did
Yeah, I done it
Had shots ringin' off the trapline
Run up in the bando, tell 'em that the pack's mine
I think I saw me the sweetest one
Hair and nails fleek with a bubble bum (Uh)
I fuck her deep, make her double cum (Sexy)
Now she's telling her friends I'm the number one
Hold up, just pause (Uh)
Had man's gyal on all fours
Gang did tours, now tour
Still pop smoke, Dior
Waps I've copped galore
I be over there, I spray for sure (I spray)
Offshore, packs fly, one call
They pictured I, now I ball (Trap)
[Verse 5]
Inna my pocket's the rocket (Rocket)
And I don't go get it cah I got it
When I was selling crack, all these ****, they would gossip (Grease)
Missed his head twice, I shot him in his stomach
Nowadays, **** ain't gangster
I'll electrify your chick like Blanka
All they want to hear is banter (To hear is banter)
Christmas time is here, I'm Santa (Santa)
Got the presents wrapped up, come and share the glamour
Got this beat here wrapped up, come and hear the banger (Banger)
Middle of the day, it's on camera
Had the opps drinking, they're sniffing Montana (Grease)
Twenty-inch rims on my Bimmer, zimmer
Turbo button for the thriller, ****
All-star chain cah I'm a winner (Bling)
Automatic gunfire, lick a driller
[Verse 6]
Come on
Ice City boy, run the CSB part of it
Free the team
Written by: Asharn Williams, Cian Wright, Courtney Freckleton, Harri J Williams, Jonathan Barton, Reiss Williams, Theo Beckford
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