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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sav NDO
Sav NDO
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrease Gilbert
Tyrease Gilbert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LYRIC SOUND STUDIO
LYRIC SOUND STUDIO
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm spotting trappers jumping up on pavements tryna flatten them
 I caught him smoking rice, he came home, he was bad again
 She asked me what I do, I pick up phones and manage them
 I think she knows what I do, I can't go into detail
 Leave my blicky with a female, bad intentions but I mean well
 I'm from Hatfield but I'm hitting them on seashells
 I find it hard to sleep well from drillings and that bee smell
 There's someone at the door, think they know what we sell
 Prosecution want me done but I just got rebelled
 I think that karma spun it back to me with tough love
 Robbing ****, tryna show them pussies what this gun does
 Show them what this gun do, shoot a **** in his face
 This ain't no kung fu, watch my demons come for you
 Baby 9 with golden bells, I got more than one for you
 Boy I got that drum for you, them bullets make them jump for you
 I'm back, I'm back again I got hit up in my shit, might have to slap again
 But I'm not even mad at them GBH attempted M's, I got beef with many men
 If I don't catch he who did it, I'ma step and burst his friend
 Got the neighbours mad at me, I'm in and out this trap again
 I'm spotting trappers jumping up on pavements tryna flatten them
 I caught him smoking rice, he came home he was bad again
 She asked me what I do, I pick up phones and manage them
 Boy don't play with me, I just stepped up A&E
 It stays with me from A to B, the doctor told me rest and sleep
 And I should be resting but I'm texting, telling them I'm on a week
 Scotty wants a three of each, I've just seen Alex for a tee
Written by: Tyrease Gilbert
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