Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Haleek Maul
Haleek Maul
Performer
Chiief Diin
Chiief Diin
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Hall
Malik Hall
Songwriter
Randall Hoyte
Randall Hoyte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Haleek Maul
Haleek Maul
Producer
Xzavier Stone
Xzavier Stone
Producer
Brandon Peralta
Brandon Peralta
Mixing Engineer
Merlin Modulaw
Merlin Modulaw
Producer

Lyrics

Haleek Maul
Tek turns in a blacker Jeep
Leather seat
Shorty come call yeah she beckon me
In her mind I’m the only g
Energy
Make them complain to the referee
Midas got to die with a dynasty
Big like khan or the ottoman
Ain’t much hotter than him
Mash up the climate control on ya brand new A4
Hailing from Bridgetown
That’s where we stay lord
And we don’t play lord
Money coming every single day lord
We heathens but we still say lord
Try to ride the wave but it’s not for the weak
We was in this villa for some weeks
You could hit me up if you wan get naughty
You could call your fried who a freak
I could tell the vibe got you excited
Chorus
Tell me what you really like
Everything official and it verified aye
Looking like a deer in the headlights
Homegrown green got my eyes dilate
Take ya whole life offa sidescreens dawg
Real boss shit in my bloodline
So I don’t really worry bout nain
Why they wan step when they know that I get fry
Chiief Diin
My style so original
I don’t sneak diss nor send message subliminal
Lyrics ground provisional
Soak in like minerals
Brain steaming head hot
Remind me how dinner was
Call me a mason when I mek a step
All of my guns do like Jesus and resurrect
Defeat me, never yet
Can’t treat me like rebel death
Hustle then cheddar mek
Leather crepes
When weather wet (yota)
Experience analytic
Style full of gimmicks
Got a 5 in physics
Money has no limits
Game is so high, other artists look like midgets
Line full of lyrics motivated by my critics
I stay on top my game do not fall like wickets call me versatile this is not cricket but i switch hits,
Try to compare with me your career crumble like biscuits
All who badmind diin, my ass kiss it,
I flow like water in the ocean pacific,
Will never take badup nor no fuckeries terrific, nothin u can do me,
Clip full so i shoot like rooney mek u act like Booker T spinaroony,
D way how i roll in the streets with my uzi, witnesses said i move like someone in a movie,
I was puffin on a dooby, hard fresh n goowie female trudy party rental julie
Chorus
Tell me what you really like
Everything official and it verified aye
Looking like a deer in the headlights
Homegrown green got my eyes dilate
Take ya whole life offa sidescreens dawg
Real boss shit in my bloodline
So I don’t really worry bout nain
Why they wan step when they know that I get fry
Written by: Malik Hall, Randall Hoyte
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