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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Venna
Performer
Knucks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Venner
Songwriter
Ashley Nwachukwu
Songwriter
Marco Bernardis
Songwriter
Alex Blake
Songwriter
Charlie Stacey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Venna
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo
The quick witty, slick drippy
Hip with city kids
Silly rich, isn't he?
Could trial you for fiddy quid
Litty spliff
Can he live?
Chicks tryna gimme pickney
Risky, risky
My eyes on misty
[Verse 2]
The lengths I would go in protecting my soul knows no bounds
Dents in the road shook the whole crowd
I got a stone foundation and a stone house
So if goes down and shit's flooding in, then I won't drown
They low down
Doing shit I've grown outta
No doubter
Raw sixth floor alpha houser
Always round about, I had the pole down my trouser leg
Only for if mandem move awkwardly when I'm out the ends
But that depends
I'm tryna blow ya back as friends
Off again
Smash again
That's ya friend?
Accident
Actions tend to cause a reaction cah I'm passionate
They ain't tryna ration it
Laying in the gas they lit
Trained to be passive in the passa, man a pacifist
But pack a fist punch knuckle sandwich and a bag a chips
Praised as myth
Young legend and a catalyst
But know that who they brang could be the baddest but ain't matching with the
[Verse 3]
Quick witty, slick drippy
Hip with city kids
Silly rich, isn't he?
Could trial you for fiddy quid
Litty spliff
Can he live?
Chicks tryna gimme pickney
Risky, risky
My eyes on misty
[Verse 4]
The quick witty, slick drippy
Hip with city kids
Silly rich, isn't he?
Could trial you for fiddy quid
Litty spliff
Can he live?
Chicks tryna gimme pickney
Risky, risky
My eyes on misty
[Verse 5]
They say his flow butter
Play it all summer
Snap a picture with ya sista
Have you saying "Oh brother!"
His wrist go bling
What? This old thing?
Trench coat to hide his waist in case the tip poking
Fred Flintstone
Wherever he been stones fling
In the dark like a glass house with window tints
He best float
All he know is sink or swim
Grabbed it from the middle man, and I ain't seen both since
He leaves no prints
But leaves with the princesses
Big chesses
Pink dresses
We ain't speak e inglesses
Nights out in west
FaceTime me on the speaker phone
I don't like to speak when man are round me, but to each their own
I reach the zone, they crowd around me like their Jesus home
Walking on the waves
Taunting all their faves
Had my portion of the pain
Now the pain we got has champs in it
Still in this game because I stay minding my damn business
Written by: Alex Blake, Ashley Nwachukwu, Charlie Stacey, Malik Venner, Marco Bernardis