Hwɛ, ya trapi atra pito oh
Chale, no be today wey we come top, hmm
And ever since we've been in the game
Son, niggas no dey see top
Yeah, I made it a hot line
Ɛna me saa yɛɛ ne hot song, translation-
Nah, I already did that on the last song
Sisiara ɛyɛ "Grrr! to the moon", ya tra ewiase
They keep on jacking the lingo, won't pay homage
Mo ni twa-
See, my family thought I was a failure
But in the trenches, I'm a saviour
Put my soul on this music and my life on the line
Meka m'ani brɛ asɛm oh, it just happen to rhyme
This for all my guys behind the scenes tryna beat the system
B.T.S. two times
Ebi bɔ mpaeɛ na ebi toto gang signs
It's Bigg Fleeko Da (g)OD body
Please say the "Wallahi shake back baby"
(Grrr! Paw! Paw! Paw!)
Wow! Hard on the baseline
Forget your peace sign
We be the hotline
Esum kraa, we go still shine
On my peak now
Damn
Hye oh, hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh
All my gang ɛspeedi ama street na yɛ hye oh
We schooling all this niggas ama street na yɛ hye oh
Pablo Escobar from Tema, wohu mea yɛ din oh
Tema boy, me dropi bangers ama streets na yɛ hye oh
All my gang ɛspeedi ama street na yɛ hye oh
We schooling all this niggas ama street na yɛ hye oh
Pablo Escobar from Tema, wohu mea yɛ din oh
Tema boy, me dropi bangers ama streets na yɛ hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh
Ama street na yɛ hye oh (QV)
Hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh
Nazo, nazo, OG
Ni nɛ zo kuma
Ni na basu punch lines
Later na kashɛ su maa
Ni na basu ankeli
Muna bisa asangoli
Mekɔ ma nim na menpoli
The street is hot, ɛmmisa obi
Street life
Bra bɛhwɛ, we outside
Cipoli baa, yɛwɔ downside (Nima)
Akɛche anaa pastime
Mongyae café to make money
Mommy chocki, feel okay
Street boy biara hwehwɛ honey
All you niggas stay away
On the street, ayɛ bloddy
In the game, we so many
Obiara hwehwɛ money
They know the boy, I'm so hungry
Tackle the game asɛ rugby
Here and there be so scary
Everyday I'm on my knees
The life I live is so dirty
All my gang ɛspeedi ama street na yɛ hye oh
We schooling all this niggas ama street na yɛ hye oh
Pablo Escobar from Tema, wohu mea yɛ din oh
Tema boy, me dropi bangers ama streets na yɛ hye oh
All my gang ɛspeedi ama street na yɛ hye oh
We schooling all this niggas ama street na yɛ hye oh
Pablo Escobar from Tema, wohu mea yɛ din oh
Tema boy, me dropi bangers ama streets na yɛ hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh
Ama street na yɛ hye oh
Hye oh
Hye oh, hye oh, hye oh, hye oh
Asoɔhyeɛ na mede bɔɔ korɔno last night, hwɛ, yɛ boo me dread
Mekɔ daa counterback, yɛ tuu m'asom, yɛ saa nso twe twaa me dreads
Last night was a hell in a cell
Last night, I was fuckingly stressed
I was down on the street with a couple of Gs
Ambition, getting the bread
We hottest pass the ashawo
Mɛnɛ namɔ po ne mawo
Everyday we going brazy
Other days, going crazy
The road is narrow
Close to gettin' rich
Call me Biggest Fish
Making money usual
Put some ices on my bitch
Mommy bɛchilli normal
That's my fucking wish
Boys yɛ hye ah, they sellout
Some also dey switch
I be street, I'm a hustler
We finding money always
Big Liddy nyɛ akwadaa
You know this thing a long way
Weighing my options, I'm budgeting all of my trust (Gang)
And my policies no dey involve (Gang)
All these people who no dey connect, I'm the plug
In this game, ebe we get the sauce
Na agya no adum, nso agya no asɔ
Aboa bi bɛka woa, na efiri wo ntoma mu
Eating off me, no, we never dey click
On a smooth scale that be value for me
Funny enough we dey reign, ebe we get the heat
I be cutting my coat to my size
Turning the tables, I taste every cry
So many reap but we get the sacks
I dey get all my 50s
All of these niggas dey chop from my plate
They never go put on a show for a scene
Once I dey make all my money, I swear I go spend am on me
Make I show you how we dey roll
Make I show you how we dey roll
We still dey control
Fast cars, go mode
Living life with my bros
We put am on God
Make I show you how we dey roll
Make I show you how we dey roll
We still dey control
Fast cars, go mode
Living life with my bros
We put am on God