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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Junior RCE
Junior RCE
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Rhys Hopkins
Alex Rhys Hopkins
Composer
WILLIAM ANDREW JOSEPH ENTWISTLE
WILLIAM ANDREW JOSEPH ENTWISTLE
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Junior RCE
Junior RCE
Producer

Lyrics

Ay, yo
Yeah, I got sticks in green, that's celery
I was in Bristol servin' ketamine
Say you got this and that, stop deadin' me
Burn that bridge, he got turned to a frenemy
Big four-four barks, just like a pedigree
Say you on smoke, well, I'm bored, then you better be
Yeah, we got more cut beef than celery
Oxy', me, and adrenaline
I can take back ties, there's four in a ride
One six-shot spinner, unlimited bang
E-eight don't count, it's basically nine
The shots that we're lettin' off go in the night
Just stirrin' the pot like I'm whippin' up rice
Things in my pouch get the junkies high
Wack stuff in the oven, ain't cookin' a pie
Smoke paper planes while I'm lettin' them fly
I don't wanna hear no back and forth
Or backroad talk, just back your sword
I'll boot down doors in black Air Force
Double tap straps like YouTube Shorts
Don't spill your sauce, like HP horsepower, up in this Porsche
Dash from the port
Just seen blue lights in the back
So you know that we're goin' off-course, of course
Yeah, I got sticks in green, that's celery
I was in Bristol servin' ketamine
Say you got this and that, stop deadin' me
Burn that bridge, he got turned to a frenemy
Big four-four barks, just like a pedigree
Say you on smoke, well, I'm bored, then you better be
Yeah, we got more cut beef than celery
Oxy', me, and adrenaline (whoa, whoa)
And, yeah, I got TT flower like Fifi
Cats on me, they sayin', "Come feed me"
Pebs like DB, sat in a trap with a broken TV
It's way too cold, got snow in our bando
I'm tryna cut crisp, but it's way too breezy
Easy-peasy, raisin' funds, yo, I'm rizzy
Askin' the money, "Do you love me like Kiki?"
I swear, I got love for the P's (P's)
It don't mean pussy and power
Goes without sayin', got love for the G's (G's)
Ki-Ki-KitKat sat in the trap
They comin' like Reece, they ask for a piece
Now they thinkin' the worst like
Please, cut this lil' baby nine up on me
Like they're tryin' to co-sign on me
Feds wanna see what they find on me
Opps sayin' that it's on sight with me
But they ain't gonna do that with a knife on me
Peekaboo like it's hide-and-seek
I was gonna slide out, but it's not that deep
'Cah these man ain't no threat in these streets
I was in the dash from PC Steve
'Cah he want me knicked for the white and weed
Yeah, I got sticks in green, that's celery
I was in Bristol servin' ketamine
Say you got this and that, stop deadin' me
Burn that bridge, he got turned to a frenemy
Big four-four barks, just like a pedigree
Say you on smoke, well, I'm bored, then you better be
Yeah, we got more cut beef than celery
Oxy', me, and adrenaline
Written by: Alex Rhys Hopkins, WILLIAM ANDREW JOSEPH ENTWISTLE
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