Upcoming Concerts for Bas & AJ Tracey
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Vocals
AJ Tracey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lydia Kitto
Composer
Abbas Hamad
Lyrics
Ché Wolton Grant
Lyrics
Gage Brown
Composer
Jamil Pierre
Composer
Josh Lloyd Watson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deputy
Producer
Lydia Kitto
Producer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Kaleb Kquick Rollins
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Gage Brown
Producer
Josh Lloyd Watson
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You **** slip and slide, better pick a side
Bentley GT, see me with your bitch inside
I'm a petty ****, I got vicious pride
Rollie meteorite, we on different time
[Verse 2]
I roll with gorillas, ****, still I get the lion's share
My hustle keep multiplying my career
I never been one for crying tears
That'd be absurd
I don't know how to cry, I'm Amber Heard
I'm always kinda high, you haven't heard?
Please do not bother mine 'cause these brothers mine
Not the kinda guys to have a word
You were the kinda guy that's on a shirt
Damn, RIP
You are the kinda girl to make it work
Baby, you're all I need
[Verse 3]
Give me a night
You just need me in your life
Water, tequila and Pedialyte
Tiffany diamonds, ebony, ivory
Baby girl, that's what I see in your life
Right
You must be high as the James Webb
Please do not speak my name up on the low
'Cause Bassy heard all of them things said
[Verse 4]
"He cool but he outside too much and everything"
I'm not on the scene, I am the scene
I can't poli with no thottie, love
You the brokest bitch I ever seen, next
[Verse 5]
I'm on these on fuck ****'s heads too
All you dick-sucking, clique-jumping **** in my ear tryna spit something, I ain't tryna hear, bitch
Y'all in the red too
Off with his head, too
Don't run, ****
Arm and a leg too
Squad type mental
Judgmental
Yeah
[Chorus]
Whole gang pop Uzi
One hand, Bob Cousy
179 Deli
179 Deli
Whole gang pop Uzi
One hand, Bob Cousy
179 Deli
179 Deli
Whole gang pop Uzi
One hand, Bob Cousy
179 Deli
179 Deli
Whole gang pop Uzi
One hand, Bob Cousy
179 Deli
179 Deli
[Verse 6]
Yo
Brother, step aside, better pick a side
I been deep in life when I'm in the ride
Feeling healthy, man, I'm fully live
So it's funny how my doors are suicide
I mean, aye, fuck your party, can't relate
Better never than late
Grew up on the darkest days
Still I gotta spread light and stay great
Bas, my ****, come and turn it up
All these baddies and they're tryna fuck
Punchin' numbers, tryna hurt the clock
Not a farmer, but I push a dirty truck
Catch me in the back, lean
With the baddest lil' vibe and
What she wearing obscene
I'm just tryna see her on me
Play the game like Henry
Larry Bird, I'm on green
London City, I've been in this shit
And I've been kicking hits till the speakers rip
All my denim's Japanese
Motherfucking blue Benjie's in my jeans
Putting ****, they're diseased
I ain't gotta move, I ain't gotta sneeze
[Chorus]
Whole gang pop Uzi
One hand, Bob Cousy
179 Deli
179 Deli
Whole gang pop Uzi
One hand, Bob Cousy
179 Deli
179 Deli
Whole gang pop Uzi
One hand, Bob Cousy
179 Deli
179 Deli
Whole gang pop Uzi
One hand, Bob Cousy
179 Deli
179 Deli
Written by: Abbas Hamad, Ché Wolton Grant, Gage Brown, Jamil Pierre, Joshua Lloyd-Watson, Lydia Kitto