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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bakersteez
Performer
Roshawny BadG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cyrus Ra
Songwriter
Daniel Simpson
Songwriter
Jacob Spitzer
Songwriter
Rushane Williamson
Songwriter
Samuel Griesemer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cyrus Goes
Producer
Jacob Spitzer
Producer
Samuel Griesemer
Producer
Lyrics
Neva gon lose
Roll in the heat, like the middle of June
Suppn full up of teeth
Wet you up like a pool
Pull up at your feet, you was talking too loose
Now we dumpin the clip
They can't get a one up on us
Run up get done up, get blood up, or dust
Fuck up how we grow up you know it
Fuck up how we grow wid no trust
Jump in the whip and den floor it
Put the glock in the storage
Shorty keep texting my phone that she love me
But I'm just gon ignore it
Most of dem gyal deh be posing
I know they not really for me
Dammit I'm on to the next one
Now she just part of the story
I'm tryna ball like I'm Kyrie
Leave a legacy like I'm Kobe
Niggas they preeing, conspiring
Run up you get bun with the iron
Neva gon lose
Roll in the heat, like the middle of June
Suppn full up of teeth
Wet you up like a pool
Pull up at your feet, you was talking too loose
Now we dumpin the clip
I got some devilish ways
But shorty gon stay cause she cannot refrain
Chasing a bitch no I cannot relate
Imma run up the bread you could keep all the fame
The clout don't mean nothin to me
Pressure on me made a diamond for real
How far he done came now you wouldn't believe
Came out the rough made me tougher than steel
Bitch I am not one of them
If I had before I don't want it again
I know what it's like you could give it to him
My flow done got cold I'm gon need me a bridge
As I get older I'm realizing this
I don't need a thing from a friend or of a bitch
New shorty to bad, she be bringing me tings
She know me so well, I might give her my kids
Neva gon lose
Roll in the heat, like the middle of June
Suppn full up of teeth
Wet you up like a pool
Pull up at your feet, you was talking too loose
Now we dumpin the clip
You not like we and we not like you
We nuh know "i do"
Love this game and you know I do
10 mil, mek it den times 2
More dem talk a di more man up
44 man tuck
Dat pon waist cause profile up
Nuh wah know time up
Tell some bwoy seh fi doe size up
Doe study me, you nuh know join up
Fuck is you, who need love
Gun n'ave safety, me doe like trust
Doe walk dere if you doe like run
Nuh care who wile up
Inna mi gun me a trust, me nuh know bout luck
More dem talk, move dem bricks
Now Louis Vuitton, hundred bricks can't fit the fashion
Run dem risk, haffi fit fi a chance
Gun dem fit a from pickney mi bad
Nuh ramp wid me mi mad
Hundred mil weh mi fren dem want, so me sing fi a chance
Dawg don't feel me coward, too rich ya now fi go run no remand
Money pon dem head just tell me di cost
Money pon dem head just tell me di cost
Yo a million dreams, wid a million fault
Reminisce pon di past, Henny me a sip wid di glass
Reminisce pon di past, million dreams, wid a million fault
We a hit fi di charts
Spain Town, Bad G, Steezy we large
Yo Steezy we large, and anyweh we deh we a govan
(Strikeforce, boom)
Writer(s): Samuel Zadoc Griesemer, Rushane Williamson, Cyrus Ra, Daniel Simpson, Jacob Martin Spitzer
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