Dues - Headie One, Loski

All I talk is numbers

Skip to 10 and then I just went to the 9 and 8

I’m still beating intents on intents

I just sip my beverage

My little bro looking at 7

He got nicked with 6 in the weapon

The other one done a drilling

Everyone ran and they gave me high 5

I been sitting in the can just thinking, what’s it all for?

But I still take risks with the .32 spin that’s life

Still sport this 1 lev on a trackie and fling a tenner on uncle

Then I fling a next tenner on my Lyca bundle

OFB stack readies and spend it on skengs and ice

Them man ain’t put it no work and they ain’t stack none Someone’s lying

Fly out the ride with a 4's, bet someone’s flying

I fell in love with the kickback, I come a long way from ridgebacks

First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze

Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues

How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes

Evidence in the air no clues

Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan

I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem

On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30's and Lugers

Finesse these broad day bootings

Still finesse these broad day bootings

Harlem O, dare you leave your bros

You stepped out with your chinger, why you breezing home?

My Barbie brown and flirty, boujie, Gucci pose

Splash and pose, we stepped out tryna Holy Ghost

Say they garn do me but they see me and dash, why the fuck am I beefing these

cowards?

I still won’t lowe him, splash man down have him wet like he just got showered

Shotty long like Eiffel Tower, or Chan Kardash

Ting got beat like a dotty slug

Loski Loose love splash and brag bad

First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze

Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues

How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes

Evidence in the air no clues

Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan

I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem

On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30's and Lugers

Finesse these broad day bootings

Still finesse these broad day bootings

First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze

Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues

How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes

Evidence in the air no clues

Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan

I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem

On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30 and Lugers

Finesse these broad day bootings

Still finesse these broad day bootings