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