Dues

[Verse 1: Headie One] 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 [Chorus: Headie One] 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 [Verse 2: Loski] 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 [Chorus: Headie One] 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 [Outro: Headie One] 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