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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christie McCrudden
Songwriter
Kuba Hus
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Leo Featherstone
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Ben Coleman
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cormac Kiernan
Producer
Lyrics
They said they want glitz and the glamour
I said yeah but have you ever had a spliff with a scammer
Phone gets rung bare times like a ladder
My life was mad but it keeps getting madder
Ya girl get daggered
No Sneakbo
When I been around I leave a Mark like Peep Show (Ha!)
It ain't deep though
I just breathe smoke
Now I got a steak in the game like a T-bone
Came so easy, my guys greezy
Stay so steezy
Room stays steamy (Jeez)
Came with my friends like Phoebe (Aye)
Please G
It can get peak, so please don't tease me
I was in the back street
Now I'm in the back seat
Rolling up tings like I needed a fat sleep
Backed this buck fast
So I get fucked fast
Buck three twenties like I just chuck darts
Always tryna wile out
So I'll pull a pile out
Couple of squares
Like you pulled a tile out
Your so mad cause us man the style now
Tryna hit the target, you man a mile out
Couldn't believe my luck
We drop the tunes and get love
Pull up to the party so drunk
Let's 'ave it, I'm in the mood to get fucked!
I said, it's getting hot in here like Nelly (Uh-huh)
Stepped in the club like the first scene of Belly (Yo)
Hype is alive like dead news on the telly
I'm sipping on Henny my team come in heavy (Woo!)
We on a heist like De Niro
Empty the clip, I got many flows
Put that money in the bag I ain't playing, yo
And that tab on my tongue got me saying, Woah!
Grilling that piff to some jungle
You can call me bare pills (Woo hoo!)
Give me a moment I just need to park up my spaceship
Late shift, another one cause another life just ain't it (Nah)
We came to blow your bass bins (Uh-huh)
Do some blow and make hits, Uh! (Woo hoo!)
Do I look like I need space on your playlist?
Look at the ting that I came with (Woah!)
I'm spinning around like a dubplate
My team keep on winning
We don't have to practise
Practise makes paper, that's already past this
So fuck it
Team keep on winning, we don't have to practise (Uh oh!)
Practise makes paper, that's already past this (Yeah)
So fuck it, Uh!
Yeah we gained XP, Yeah we levelling up
Like a SSD, She backing it up
Come through see me, and we're loving it up
What's more and more, yeah racking it up (Yeah)
Throwing it up, coughing it up
Need a hundred G's yeah, can't get enough (Eh)
On the 1s and 3s, kick patterning up (Yo)
Like ABCs, it's easy enough, yeah
Yo, mixdown in an instant
Yeah, quick-fire and you missed it
Eh, god gifted, we lifted
Yeah, yeah we bump and we shift it
Eh, Check me, I'm persistent
Yeah, rolled up and we twist it
Eh, high speed when we drifting
Yeah, we bring the sound, no resistance (Yeah, yo)
It's sickening, It's Lucius
Imma nuance
Imma do this
It's the new shit (Yeah, yo)
SB SB, Aye, Yeah, with the movement
It's groovy
Imma rude kid (What?)
It's intuitive
It come easy
Easy peezy
Lemon squeezy (Woo!)
Get out the way, yeah
Please excuse me!
Aye, loud smoke fill up my lungs
Woah, drop that tab on my tongue
On stage or out in the rave (Aye)
Find man right at the front
Don't know where I'm from
So I spend time in the dance, feel love
Beautiful people, different frequencies
Living as one
Life's a daze
I'm still here so
I'm amazed
Smoking haze
Everyday
That's the way that I live, I won't change (No way)
On top where the bass bins bop
Full speed, yeah mans going nonstop
Don't give a fuck if you think I'll flop
That mentality don't do lots, nah
Aye, light as a feather
Whatever the weather
We smoking that cheddar (Mmm!)
These man are just fed up
Stuck in the matrix
Imma do better
Yeah, Imma go far
Wise man once said
Aim for the stars
Shoot for the moon (Yep!)
Heard that too
So I set off on the path I chose, Woah!
Writer(s): Christie Mccrudden
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