text: Dues Lyrics
  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 4s, 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 .30s 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 .30s 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 bootings1Embed