Lightwork Part 1
Free all the guys dem
Quick ting, Pressplay, Lightwork
For my shooters and my chingers
Zoners, hitters, you know how it gets
Look, look (Veezy production)
Look, opps dem know that I'm active
Bro had beef so I went there and backed it
Bro-bro gave me the dots
So I went next day, next day and I crashed it
Yo, reverse that drive-by ting
Bro said "Shoot" so I lean and I slapped it
Bro splashed him, that's outstanding
Pecknarm, still at the top of the rankings
Yo, do road, do street, do map
I'm in OT, tryna fly this pack
28 grams in each, man chop that down, like, you do the maths
600 rocks in O, I can't come back 'til it's nothin' but cash
Two hands when I slap this mash
Manna use one hand when I step and splash
Two-two step when I ping it with vision
Lock my arms, aim up and pivot
Do it with flair, manna do it with rhythm
Me, Snoop, LR, did it (did it)
Free shh, on a case right now
Free him up, real talk, man, he finished
And long time I ain't seen Branning
It was Bagel King where he whipped it
And I still ring trap on a late night
Shoutout Ibz 'cause he whips my flake right
I'm in Baker Street, doin' up date night
With a sweet one, doin' up FaceTime
And I swear, man don't even drink but this daiquiri ting, it hit my face right
Man done ran through towns like a train line
And man talk, keep talk 'til I raise mine
I'm in the bando, drying this Liz
And now I'm choppin' down all of this dizz
How many times have we stepped 'round there?
Oh Lord, tryna leave man rinsed
I swear all of my opps are tired and all of them need to retire
See dem man screaming out "PecknarmK" like, lol, none of us dying
Now why the opps dem stressed? Cah one got chinged in his head
The other got chinged in his chest, stress, the other got shot in his chest
What? None of us dropped their friend? Hold up, let me just shout Y- (ha)
How's he gonna talk that wass when his sister's a slag and his olders dead?
Ayy, offers on me wan' flirt
Girl got a back but the face just hurt
Mash that work, blood spill on the curb
Try kweng man's face but the mash didn't work
MCQ from my head to my toes
Cut through the rave, better hide all your hoes
Tuck in your chain or I'm grabbing it, bro
Bro, pass me the skeng, let me slap it at his throat
Yo, fling on my mask and hoodie
Yeah, you know that I'm gassed up fully
Five foot eight, on the strip, I'm a bully
I'm with soaks, got the stick in my hoodie
Lean out the ride, tryna show what's goodie
Still out 'ere with a J, no Goody
Naija ting with a back like Fumi
Do it like P, put my shank in fully
Yo, I'm looking at my opp boys vids (I'm looking at my opp boy's vids)
Like, he's dead and he's dead, go ride for your friend
Yo, my man dodged that bullet, but you know, little bro got M'd
And, big bro held him a chest shot quick but he shoulda stepped out with a vest
Yo, long legs done got cheffed in his arm cah the boy try to cover his neck
YPB tryna leave man drenched
Dip splash, I do it like Kenz
And right now, man's billing up zoots
Anything get boot
Anything get boot
Fuck that, man smoke on dem man too, ha (Veezy production)
Quick ting, Pressplay, Lightwork
For my shooters and my chingers
Zoners, hitters, you know how it gets
Look, look (Veezy production)
Look, opps dem know that I'm active
Bro had beef so I went there and backed it
Bro-bro gave me the dots
So I went next day, next day and I crashed it
Yo, reverse that drive-by ting
Bro said "Shoot" so I lean and I slapped it
Bro splashed him, that's outstanding
Pecknarm, still at the top of the rankings
Yo, do road, do street, do map
I'm in OT, tryna fly this pack
28 grams in each, man chop that down, like, you do the maths
600 rocks in O, I can't come back 'til it's nothin' but cash
Two hands when I slap this mash
Manna use one hand when I step and splash
Two-two step when I ping it with vision
Lock my arms, aim up and pivot
Do it with flair, manna do it with rhythm
Me, Snoop, LR, did it (did it)
Free shh, on a case right now
Free him up, real talk, man, he finished
And long time I ain't seen Branning
It was Bagel King where he whipped it
And I still ring trap on a late night
Shoutout Ibz 'cause he whips my flake right
I'm in Baker Street, doin' up date night
With a sweet one, doin' up FaceTime
And I swear, man don't even drink but this daiquiri ting, it hit my face right
Man done ran through towns like a train line
And man talk, keep talk 'til I raise mine
I'm in the bando, drying this Liz
And now I'm choppin' down all of this dizz
How many times have we stepped 'round there?
Oh Lord, tryna leave man rinsed
I swear all of my opps are tired and all of them need to retire
See dem man screaming out "PecknarmK" like, lol, none of us dying
Now why the opps dem stressed? Cah one got chinged in his head
The other got chinged in his chest, stress, the other got shot in his chest
What? None of us dropped their friend? Hold up, let me just shout Y- (ha)
How's he gonna talk that wass when his sister's a slag and his olders dead?
Ayy, offers on me wan' flirt
Girl got a back but the face just hurt
Mash that work, blood spill on the curb
Try kweng man's face but the mash didn't work
MCQ from my head to my toes
Cut through the rave, better hide all your hoes
Tuck in your chain or I'm grabbing it, bro
Bro, pass me the skeng, let me slap it at his throat
Yo, fling on my mask and hoodie
Yeah, you know that I'm gassed up fully
Five foot eight, on the strip, I'm a bully
I'm with soaks, got the stick in my hoodie
Lean out the ride, tryna show what's goodie
Still out 'ere with a J, no Goody
Naija ting with a back like Fumi
Do it like P, put my shank in fully
Yo, I'm looking at my opp boys vids (I'm looking at my opp boy's vids)
Like, he's dead and he's dead, go ride for your friend
Yo, my man dodged that bullet, but you know, little bro got M'd
And, big bro held him a chest shot quick but he shoulda stepped out with a vest
Yo, long legs done got cheffed in his arm cah the boy try to cover his neck
YPB tryna leave man drenched
Dip splash, I do it like Kenz
And right now, man's billing up zoots
Anything get boot
Anything get boot
Fuck that, man smoke on dem man too, ha (Veezy production)
Credits
Writer(s): Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, Zee Zee Production
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