Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chinx (OS)
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chinx (OS)
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Niko
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In the ride with the rebels
Baddest bitch in the back of the rental
She wanna party and dance with the devil
Get in the car with the metal
It's mad how I was putting fish in the kettle
Now I gotta bring out the heat with the kettle
Two guns up like Mark and Denzel
Prada runners, press on the pedal
Pull up and show him it's levels
Beef can't die or settle
I've been there live numerous times, man got fried
Tapped it and touched man's temple
Lost that wap, that matic was special
Gotta buy more cah hammers essential
I don't wanna hear 'bout ****
How his tee got splashed in Central
It's mental
Bath in petrol
Burn my clothing after his **** got open
How many opps got cheffed and toasted?
If broski goes for his leg, I'ma smoke him
Go on a glide, impulsive
I ain't gonna say no word 'cause we ain't gonna claim that works
Spill man's juice, let it pour on the kerb
They're scoring back, we're scoring first
**** felt that corn, got burnt
**** lacked, got caught, got burnt
**** got burnt and **** got slapped
Should've turned to a ****, but he still got burnt
Broski shoved that **** in his shirt
Man got wet up
Now I'm with Pepper, talking about who got it the worst
Let's go
Slide on a nerd
Drive that bike, do the ****
I was locked up, still flying them birds
I was in jail with a nine in my cell that the govs couldn't find in the search
Early birds, still chase that worm
Late night, light these herbs
Before I turned ack, pushed packs on a Sunday
I had intent to supply in the church
I had to get up and do it alone
I had to step up and do it for bro
I got poked
And I was just letting it off cah you know I weren't letting it go
Luger, nines or three-two autos
Hit man's torso, woah
Rise it, I'm rocking his boat
Mask on tight and my hoodie on low
She wanna boogie, but no
Push this wood in her throat
The hammer's live, I'm letting man know
I been outside, I'm good on the roads
Put it in drive, push it and go
Fry it, the cooker will blow
Coulda been me, it coulda been bro
We ain't gotta talk, they know
No, we ain't gotta talk, it shows
They're talking loads and capping a lot
Bring out the wap from the spot
Don't act like suttin you're actually not
'Cause the matic will pop and your man will get got
Pull up my pants if I land in the wok
On free-flow, tryna get hands on an opp
I don't give a toss if there's cameras or not
I'll bang for the block and stand in the dock
I was still trapping and juuging in prison
HMP, made racks in the system
I had to pattern the pack on the blue phone
Knew full well that security's listenin'
Yo, are you listening?
Put my man on a visit and make him bring it
Ounce of the piff ting
Had the whole house block just stinking
Cruise with the windows tinted
Which one of you turns victim?
Insert that ****, make a man get injured
Lick that down, bet a boy gets lifted
Ready, rise it, rinse it
Walk with the longest pipe, I'm limping
Man can't swim, try dive, he's sinking
Don't know what was he thinking
Written by: Chinx (OS)