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Malcolm Carlisle
Vocals
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Malcolm Carlisle
Songwriter
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Malcolm Carlisle
Producer
Lyrics
(Ayy, what?)
(Anti Bravo)
Lil' chat shit, mmm
(What?)
(Nightshade)
Fiendin' the block how I came up
They made down my pocket still
Real motion, you can't add me up (can't add me up)
But you know we ballin' (we ballin')
Real trap, my hands feel slow
That's long as you know they still callin' (they callin')
Cut a curve for weeks, don't get no sleep
I can't talk for cheeks
Too trapped out, don't care 'bout the latest (yeah)
Riding around old schools like they new
Park the hood, this bitch ain't basic (basic)
We the one, hop off like the chopper (woo)
Blow many big, go crazy (go crazy)
Come through black on black, we vicious (woo)
And we on the dangerous (yeah)
I can lose it all if they say, "Back quick," 'cause my truck go crazy
I just reload with a hundred, my lil' pocket full of cake (chop)
I been 'round the city jiggin', I ain't even ate a bake (I'm back)
Send my young **** to Surrey, I promise you everything's great
Try to jig 'em in two days, I got some more up on the way
This a one-star shop, we got bold pills of paint
Held it in my pocket, slap it, I ain't go to the bank (I'm back)
Think I'm someone fuckin' else, I'm somewhere on that drain (chain)
I'm somewhere, ****, Zayn (I'm back)
Leave the block how I came up (came up)
Stayed down, my pocket still (still)
Real motion, you can't add me up (can't add me up)
But you know we ballin' (we ballin')
Real trap, my hands feel slow
But as long as you know, they still callin' (they callin')
Hold the curve for weeks, don't get no sleep
I can't talk for cheap
Too trapped out, don't care 'bout the ladies (the ladies)
Fuckin' around old school like they new
Park the hood, this bitch ain't basic (basic)
We the one, hop off, let the chopper blow (woo)
Man, this bitch go crazy (this bitch go crazy)
Come through black on black, we vicious (woo)
And we on the dangerous (dangerous)
I can lose it all if they step back quick
'Cause my truck go crazy
In the murder zone, post it up
Tryna see what I can make (I'm postin')
We gon' duel forever (duel forever), risk it all
Came up, but **** hated (**** hated)
Burnin' hot, police can't catch us, burn harder, never let up
We gon' beat the block 'cause we jug, hustle 'til the sun up
Do whatever to get the paper, I finesse the block today
It ain't my fault you can't come up, better go get a job today
I got love for days, I'm so in love, I'm sellin' rocks today
In the streets, I'm still ballin'
Be in the block how I came up (came up), stay down, my pockets stuffed
Real motion, you can't act me out (can't act me out), but you know we ballin'
Real trap, my hands feel slow
But as long as you know, they still callin' (they callin')
Hold the curve for weeks, don't get no sleep
Can't talk for cheeks
Too trapped out, don't care 'bout the latest (the latest)
Riding around old schools like they new
Park the hood, this bitch ain't basic (basic)
We the one, hop off, let the tower blow (woo)
Man, this bitch go crazy (this bitch go crazy)
Come through black on black, we vicious (woo)
And we underdangers (dangerous)
I can lose it all today, stay back quick 'cause my truck'll craze me
I'm crazy
Yeah, lose it all today and stay back 'cause my truck'll craze me
Written by: Malcolm Carlisle