Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MLizzy
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MLizzy
Composer
FNR BEATS
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Massa Productions
Producer
Lyrics
Bro on the block where guys dont make it
Bro caught shush try give him a face lift
Two years back all my bars were tired
Well look now Im all on their playlist
They fake it till they make it
My time will come I just gotta be patient
Took a L and a man went low
Part of the game I just got complacent
Bro in his bag the hand ting too blatant
I wanna bring gang to a show
Its abit hard cos they all got paigons
I dont care about none of your ratings
Im with the gang and its shavers shaving
Perc thirty had my belly aching
I love when we fight and she gets undressed
I swear bae looks better when naked
Am I taking the piss
Six figure deal not enough
I was looking to myself am I taking risk
Big man nah g I aint kid
Casey wanna find out where I live
Had the habad outside of the club
Way before I ever made party in libs
Nuff skunk weed in the car it stinks
The gipseys on the packet
I fucked her and never called back
Im tryna get rid of my habits
How we gonna blow sat down and plan it
Gun shots as I hit from the back
Its causing abit of a racket
She left me when I had no motion
That depression looking manic
Mlizzy HUH
Groupies tryna fuck on all of the guys
My niece got friends from them sides
I might have to cut them family ties
Fuck the game cah I dont wanna write
Your friend got touched and you dont wanna ride
Ay bro wagwan for these new plate guys
None of them bad just look in their
See your girl friend In the middle
Thats a humiliation ritual
She shaped like Liyah Mai
But that body look artificial
Man wanna hear it clap
Broski grip and bang
And they think Im talking in riddles
Cos all they heard was gang gang gang
See your girl friend In the middle
Thats a humiliation ritual
She shaped like Liyah Mai
But that body look artificial
Man wanna hear it clap
Broski grip and bang
And they think Im talking in riddles
Cos all they heard was gang gang gang
Bare gun shots I aint sending a diss
I see Bandz in a new plate whip
Driving scaring the fuck out the civs
Old school days on the block with Trizz
That Cali there had me thinking
I aint got time to reminisce
He was so young knew bro from a kid
Mad ting cos he got nicked with a blick
I say fuck the scene when Im not in the mood
Young Gs they aint got no morals
I see man robbing a Canada Goose
And mans not lying Im telling the truth
Three five of the loudest Cali
Backstrap that in a zoot
I see bro in a bruck down Astra yh
Not in no foreign coupe
See your girl friend In the middle
Thats a humiliation ritual
She shaped like Liyah Mai
But that body look artificial
Man wanna hear it clap
Broski grip and bang
And they think Im talking in riddles
Cos all they heard was gang gang gang
Writer(s): Fnr Beats, Mlizzy
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