Lyrics: Lwazi Mdhluli/Tylor Mckenzie
Music: Tylor Mckenzie
Yeah
Yeah
Awe
Watkyn
Got smoke by the pound, not sterling
The man in my city, like Erling
About my bag, it's why I'm up early
Blowing money fast, bitch I'm in a hurry
Got my mind right, I don't pop perkys
Got a Zoom meeting set for three thirty
Vroom vroom, bitch I'm whipping Big Shirley
Running off of fumes, damn this bitch thirsty
Hit the gas station, pay the fee
I gotta bag waiting, patiently
Chopper sing like Luther, from the eighties
Got some young shooters, tryna take the Premier League
They remember me
From the days I made December freeze
Was a cold summer, made 'em roadrunners
Gave 'em ways to eat
Pushing those numbers, take yo' soul from ya
Do it painlessly
It is what it is, that's the way it be
I'ma put you in a blunt
I got that smoke, this ain't what you want
This ain't no joke, I don't do this shit for fun
You see my come, lil' bitch you better run
Pulling stunts, got them diamonds in my fronts
Recoup my funds, like every single month
Huh
I ain't riding with no bum niggas
Still thuggin' 'cause the Westside's where I'm from, nigga
Dumb nigga
Got smoke by the pound, not sterling
The man in my city, like Erling
About my bag, it's why I'm up early
Blowing money fast, bitch I'm in a hurry
Got my mind right, I don't pop perkys
Got a Zoom meeting set for three thirty
Vroom vroom, bitch I'm whipping Big Shirley
Running off of fumes, damn this bitch thirsty
I said, “Damn that bitch thirsty, like broers in the section!”
But I’d notice the slight imperfections
Shit, the profits gon’ lead these intentions
I’m not somebody they be finessing!
Gotta move carefully
Studied actions, I’ve seen how they testin’ me!
Big transactions, the theme of my destiny
Giving back to the street, to the sesame!
Guess this something that I’m gettin' used to
They watch and like what they seen, call it YouTube
I’m that nigga playin' on yo' Bluetooth!
Big mechanic, I’m fixin’ loose screws, nigga eish
I’m doing no favours
Ain’t Walter Johnson, shit I play in the majors!
Wrote the recipe, gave ‘em the flavours
Got Ty in the cut, I ain’t talking ‘bout razors, eish
Got smoke by the pound, not sterling
The man in my city, like Erling
About my bag, it's why I'm up early
Blowing money fast, bitch I'm in a hurry
Got my mind right, I don't pop perkys
Got a Zoom meeting set for three thirty
Vroom vroom, bitch I'm whipping Big Shirley
Running off of fumes, damn this bitch thirsty