My Family (feat. BackRoad Gee)
Frey
Fanatics
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin')
They only wanted (ugh) from me (ey)
See me right there with my family
In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh)
Big hunting there for my family (ugh)
(Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh)
Bussah, busssah
Ride for my killy killy
No cap, buss a bell
Make it ring like that
Have you ever seen a mad man giggle laughter?
He done rolled up her body like that
You don't smoke like that
Ey, ey
Who want what? (Who)
Big flat corn get caught in your melon
BRG, man I slap with the weapon
No fuck that, I might slap where you stepped her
Man warren all of them roaches
I ain't that guy, man are rising torches (oh)
Them boy are pullin', all my enemies them fallin'
(Ey)
B—back up, (bri-ki-ti) on me
Kickback mad so we say it's blood dammin'
Oil it up, we don't know about jammin'
Pizzy staircase, that's where I'm standin'
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin')
They only wanted (ugh) from me
(Ey)
See me right there, I'm with my family
In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh)
Big hunting there for my family (ugh)
(Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh)
Yeah Pé-lé-bow that's how the gun sounded
Chattin' was, they ain't took them rounds
Chitty chitty, bang bang, four-door dinger
Ting go clap, tryna hit them figures
Ghetto baby, grow up 'round them killas
City full of spinnas, never touch a civilian
'97 baby, king born a winner
No one vilo, they ain't really diligent
(Ah)
Allow that shit
Tap into my wolf, let me hit that prick
What the (fu-de-de), don't call me again
You was a beg that whipped me in the cell
Tell my babes, off her wig
We're going to war, load up the bells
In the magazine, make sure the (brrr-skir)'s dirty not clean
Rico cleaning up the streets
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin')
They only wanted (ugh) from me
(Ey)
See me right there with my family
In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh)
Big hunting there for my family (ugh)
(Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh)
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
Fanatics
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin')
They only wanted (ugh) from me (ey)
See me right there with my family
In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh)
Big hunting there for my family (ugh)
(Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh)
Bussah, busssah
Ride for my killy killy
No cap, buss a bell
Make it ring like that
Have you ever seen a mad man giggle laughter?
He done rolled up her body like that
You don't smoke like that
Ey, ey
Who want what? (Who)
Big flat corn get caught in your melon
BRG, man I slap with the weapon
No fuck that, I might slap where you stepped her
Man warren all of them roaches
I ain't that guy, man are rising torches (oh)
Them boy are pullin', all my enemies them fallin'
(Ey)
B—back up, (bri-ki-ti) on me
Kickback mad so we say it's blood dammin'
Oil it up, we don't know about jammin'
Pizzy staircase, that's where I'm standin'
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin')
They only wanted (ugh) from me
(Ey)
See me right there, I'm with my family
In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh)
Big hunting there for my family (ugh)
(Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh)
Yeah Pé-lé-bow that's how the gun sounded
Chattin' was, they ain't took them rounds
Chitty chitty, bang bang, four-door dinger
Ting go clap, tryna hit them figures
Ghetto baby, grow up 'round them killas
City full of spinnas, never touch a civilian
'97 baby, king born a winner
No one vilo, they ain't really diligent
(Ah)
Allow that shit
Tap into my wolf, let me hit that prick
What the (fu-de-de), don't call me again
You was a beg that whipped me in the cell
Tell my babes, off her wig
We're going to war, load up the bells
In the magazine, make sure the (brrr-skir)'s dirty not clean
Rico cleaning up the streets
Pussy, what you want from me?
Pussy, I don't owe nobody
Frontlines, all you see is cats callin' (callin')
They only wanted (ugh) from me
(Ey)
See me right there with my family
In the Midlands streets with my family (ugh)
Big hunting there for my family (ugh)
(Bri-ki-ti, bri-ki-ti) my family (ugh)
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
(Pé-lé-bow) that's how the gun sounded
Credits
Writer(s): Pa Salieu Gaye, Curtis James, Shandy Bongwala Bombusa, Adrian Sebastian Junior Francis, Karl Jairzhino Daniel, Mark Christopher Waxkirsh
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