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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Headie One
Headie One
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irving Adjei
Irving Adjei
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Writers Block
The Writers Block
Producer
Tyrell Paul
Tyrell Paul
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

One T house settings, more time on the M You know where I'm heading (Direct) Got this table just filled with twenties and tenners I got a T house fetish (No tracky) Spent most of my teens in a bando Only this year I start knowing 'bout debits (One) When the fiends in the town need to score off me I didn't care 'bout score and credit (Turn) I couldn't tell you a time cash fell at my feet Headie had to go and get it How many times I've been a tennant Obviously I paid nine rocks to rent it (One) Came out of jail and I didn't get To celebrate my twenty first twentieth I weren't even home one week when I Got that Nina and presser (Quickly) I just out me O of each and it gets me A shotty and a stolen Jeep (Gang) I had a good run this week (Turn) This fiend don't want me to trap out her yard no more I guess she got cold feet (Why?) You know that bando firing hot Gangdem still trapping out Sophie's I been just tryna ball in peace I'm either OT dealing with the drug squad Or in the hood, it's armed police I took a chase and I threw that boot I'd have done it on site like Cardi B Feds pissed off they can't find no smoke All up in my yard doing carpentry All up in court tryna tarnish me I hope my lawyer go hard for me Real OT boy, why you think feds can't lock me in Isis? (Never) And if I was locked in a local That was for works or violence (Always) Told shawty go get her mother those both (One) Still gotta peel off a bread for a smoke All I ever want is a gun I can stroke, bitch Can you play that part for me? If we get bagged with this .44 long Would you take the charge for me? (One) I told shawty, I don't jugg I just rap and I do construction partially But I'm on the M-way doing up map (Huh) What you think I do with this cash? (Turn) Fastest blacked out Beamer with the gang Still jump out, do it and dash (Ay) Can't tell me 'bout hustle Jailhouse I done it with spice and hash (Everything) You can't tell me 'bout upsey deliveries bandos Any excuse for the trap (Everything) I was kilometres from home Tryna charge three fiddy for an ounce of amm' Now we still in Hakkasan I been just tryna ball in peace I'm either OT dealing with the drug squad Or in the hood, it's armed police I took a chase and I threw that boot I'd have done it on site like Cardi B Feds pissed off they can't find no smoke All up in my yard doing carpentry All up in court tryna tarnish me I hope my lawyer go hard for me
Writer(s): Jason Powell, Haile Arefaine, Kamil Shehu Dandaura Musa, Irving Ampofo Adjei Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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