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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Pressa
Performer
D-Block Europe
D-Block Europe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Gardner
Quinton Gardner
Composer
Young Adz
Young Adz
Composer
Dirtbike LB
Dirtbike LB
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oakfield Beats
Oakfield Beats
Producer
Jabulani Gideon Sithole ("Prince Galalie")
Jabulani Gideon Sithole ("Prince Galalie")
Engineer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board
Said she ain't ever been Dior
Pulled up in something she ain't seen before
Real **** don't need the law
Why the fuck would I keep her for?
I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board
[Verse 2]
I need a new bag, fill up the bag
Feds on the way, ready to trap
He got nobody, but he saying, "Slatt"
Hit up the block, I hit up his cap
Gucci, the shoes, Gucci, the swag
Gucci, the sweater, and Gucci, the hat
Lil' **** with gun in his class
I told my engineer, "Yo, bring it back"
[Verse 3]
She can't feel her face and that's this pill kicking
Ma drink, complaining 'bout the traffic, he got four children
I still serve the junkie and the old women
One toke out the pipe will give him autism
[Verse 4]
I be with it
Put it the Pyrex, can't see it, yeah
Chef 29 like I'll be the best
Mom said that that lean gon' be my death
I got Shanaynay for my main bae
Lean and Perc' on the same day
Baby girl, I ain't feeling the same
New AP and I'm still late
[Verse 5]
I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board
Said she ain't ever been Dior
Pulled up in something she ain't seen before
Real **** don't need the law
Why the fuck would I keep her for?
I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board
[Verse 6]
I need a new bag, fill up the bag
Feds on the way, ready to trap
He got nobody, but he saying, "Slatt"
Hit up the block, I hit up his cap
Gucci, the shoes, Gucci, the swag
Gucci, the sweater, and Gucci, the hat
Lil' **** with gun in his class
I told my engineer, "Yo, bring it back"
[Verse 7]
She said, "Oh, so you're from London
You like tea and crumpets?"
Where I'm from, real bad man, real fucking gunman
Checking the crack, I turn on the tap
I whip up a batch, the magic went poof
Come hit my trap and ask all the cats
If it is all cap, they'll tell you the truth
[Verse 8]
Ask about 'em, my traps skate like Ouija boards
I come from freezing foes, hit your block like Theodore
Bad bitch like Rita Ora
Our shoes Christian Dior
I got what you looking for
The trap still booming, uh
[Verse 9]
My trap's moving all alone like a Ouija board
Every time I pull up, don't you know I need you more?
You look good in Dior, that's what I bought it for
I had to spend another mortgage on my Audemars
[Verse 10]
I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board
Said she ain't ever been Dior
Pulled up in something she ain't seen before
Real **** don't need the law
Why the fuck would I keep her for?
I hit fiends and freeze 'em foes
Bando scary like a Ouija board
[Verse 11]
I need a new bag, fill up the bag
Feds on the way, ready to trap
He got nobody, but he saying, "Slatt"
Hit up the block, I hit up his cap
Gucci, the shoes, Gucci, the swag
Gucci, the sweater, and Gucci, the hat
Lil' **** with gun in his class
I told my engineer, "Yo, bring it back"
Written by: Dirtbike LB, Quinton Gardner, Young Adz
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