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Listen to No Stress - Single by Skepta, L3 & Michael Phantom
ALBUMNo Stress - SingleSkepta, L3 & Michael Phantom
Listen to 1mind: The Producers featuring Skepta, L3 & Michael Phantom
PLAYLIST1mind: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
L3
L3
Rap
Michael Phantom
Michael Phantom
Rap
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reske
Reske
Songwriter
DJ Stanfill
DJ Stanfill
Songwriter
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Songwriter
Michael Lohmeier
Michael Lohmeier
Songwriter
Mac Sutphin
Mac Sutphin
Songwriter
Sean Stein
Sean Stein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reske
Reske
Producer
Biloba
Biloba
Producer
1mind
1mind
Producer
Di$
Di$
Producer

Lyrics

I give you nightmares, wake up in some cold sweats
I just made a hundred in my sleep, it's no stress
I not see that girl no more
Nah, that's a old flex
Walk onto the plane, I'm tryna fuck a hostess
Keep some drillers 'round me
I ain't takin' no checks
Kill your bloodclaat
Tell a pussy don't test
We gon' catch you slippin'
Get the drop like oh, yes
Pull up, blow this smoke until there ain't no smoke left
She said she wanna come get this dick
So I told her, "Come on then, bitch"
A man try come on some big man ting
So I taught him a lesson
If you ever see me go to rise this toy
No, I'm not pretendin'
AR15's in the back of the car and they come fully loaded
Scope with the beam
Got him down, pop him down, wrap him in sheets
I do shit you cannot believe
Chop it down, fly it out, bring back the P's
Then we do the drive-by, drive-by
Try drill 'round your team
And see, when them shots start fly by
You couldn't been seen
I give you nightmares, wake up in some cold sweats
I just made a hundred in my sleep, it's no stress
I not see that girl no more
Nah, that's a old flex
Walk onto the plane, I'm tryna fuck a hostess
Keep some drillers 'round me
I ain't takin' no checks
Kill your bloodclaat
Tell a pussy don't test
We gon' catch you slippin'
Get the drop like oh, yes
Pull up, blow this smoke until there ain't no smoke left
I got too many brothers, I might pull up in a Vito
If I'm in the hood then I'm with Corz or I'm with Teeko
I was out in Cuba speakin' Spanish, un poquito
Casablanca fit, these ladies call me suavecito
I love marijuana, in a week, I smoke a kilo
With my model ting, she sniffin' A1 perico
I'm that kinda criminal spit some game to my PO
This them rudeboy riddims
Need to wheel it, need a reload
Oh, yes
She the hostess with the mostest
Big back one, come poke out the long dress
Short skirt on, lookin' fine like a hot mess
Don't test me or none of my brothers
Hot plate and the knife slice like butter
Catch me slippin', might draw my cutter
That girl there can never be my lover
Never meet my mother
Tippy-toes, she givin' me that litty dome
Been doin' this since is Motorola
'Member them flippy phones?
I'm all about that cookie dough
Speak Spanish, un poquito
Smokin' cigars and I'm on the beach and sippin' a mojito
Dem man are sleepin'
I give you nightmares, wake up in some cold sweats
I just made a hundred in my sleep, it's no stress
I not see that girl no more
Nah, that's a old flex
Walk onto the plane, I'm tryna fuck a hostess
Keep some drillers 'round me
I ain't takin' no checks
Kill your bloodclaat
Tell a pussy don't test
We gon' catch you slippin'
Get the drop like oh, yes
Pull up, blow this smoke until there ain't no smoke left
Written by: DJ Stanfill, Daniel Stanfill, Di$, Jacob Reske, Joseph Adenuga, L3, Mac Sutphin, Michael Lohmeier, Michael Phantom, Quoc Thanh Phan, Sean Stein

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