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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hp Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Junior Mika
Composer
Samoa Fune
Composer
Tino Taito
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Sefru
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
[Chorus]
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
[Verse 1]
They don't want war, they don't want to battle with me
Only with half of me
At least got a half a G
And I don't need half my G's
Shout out to Arthur Skeeze
My G's in like a pharmacy
Send them to the armoury
And we pop 'em like artery
My mates got stacks and that
My mates got gats and that
If you talk shit, you get smacked in the slap
Whacked in the back of the head with a packet mine
Put me in a truck with the matte black and a fat cap in the back of them line
Like, yeah, you're off your fucking rocker
Come around here with a bitch ass threat, get kicked in the head like fucking soccer
But I don't play sport
Out in the street, straight war
No joke, you been sipping from the same shore
Them goose ducks in the same water
Never duck, no goose
Never said nothing to the screws
Never gonna say names, nah
[Chorus]
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
[Verse 2]
I got that gift but it comes with curses
Money on my mind, only got time for a reading person
Don't think twice 'bout that purchase
Let me get this straight
Don't flex diamond chains if you can't feed your mates
Don't talk about drip, no one rides your wave
Sweet ones, I'm sick of them
Junkies, we start billing them
Bag 'em up, get rid of them
Get saucy, who's feeling it?
And I know my group contagious
We linger like fragrance
Can't compare to the straightness
Feeling like Vegas with all these wages
Don't care if you're famous
I know you got gang on your playlist
You hear our shit and feel dangerous
Trying to be like gang in the cages
Trying to make the news
Trying to make those front cover pages
But my brothers don't say shit
It's still no coming up cases
[Chorus]
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
[Verse 3]
They couldn't compare to me, they hate and they envy
Got eyes on me like Fendi
Pop off till the case is empty
Got tools in the block like Navies
I'm a '98 baby, so I gotta go crazy
Yeah, I got to stay wavy
Cautions start calling, giving out shots like early in the morning
No warning, slide in the foreign
Hop out the whip, they couldn't afford it
Stop talking that nonsense
Got G's in the wing like Bronson
You don't want no problems
Trying to get racks like Bumpy Johnson
Keep marching, hoes keep barking
Got plenty of ones still charting
Came from the dungeon, shutting down functions
Go insane like Russians
Body wrecking, doing my Tekken
Interesting, got me investing
Six sides, that lethal weapon
Run down the lock, then need protection
Trying to get me a doobie like Scooby
No love when I grip this trigger
[Chorus]
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
They don't do this, acting foolish
They ain't got no looters
Definitely got no shooters
They just bang on the net
Only touch keys behind computers
Can't believe in anything, they're fake, they're more like rumours
Written by: Junior Mika, Samoa Fune, Tino Taito