OVERZICHT

SONGTEKSTEN

Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
HAZEY
HAZEY
Stimme und Gesang
Jordan
Jordan
Stimme und Gesang
MIST
MIST
Stimme und Gesang
Sneakbo
Sneakbo
Stimme und Gesang
Trillz CB
Trillz CB
Stimme und Gesang
Turner
Turner
Stimme und Gesang
Tion Wayne
Tion Wayne
Stimme und Gesang
M24
M24
Stimme und Gesang
Jampz
Jampz
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tion Wayne
Tion Wayne
Komponist:in
M24
M24
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sam Harper
Sam Harper
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Sean D
Sean D
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Andy Broski
Andy Broski
Produzent:in
Frank Ampomah
Frank Ampomah
Produzent:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Hello, it's the Glock, knock, knock
Peng, peng ting wanna
(Andy Broski Beats)
[Verse 2]
Hello, it's a Glock, knock, knock, who's there?
Baddie wanna do shop-shop, new hair
What you gonna do? Stop, stop, who cares?
You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared
[Verse 3]
Peng-peng ting wanna (Uhuh)
Got a African girl that wanna (Uhuh)
Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh uh)
Even got a yardie that wanna (Uhuh)
[Verse 4]
Even got a ten-ten called Britney
The trap house stinks full of Bobby and Whitney (It's crazy)
Bando, took a bad B back with me
She keeps asking me why the cats so twitchy (Rattling)
Rashford, making moves on the pitchy
Before this rap, they weren't tryna pick me (Nah)
Spent a bag on a bag, all 15
For the times when I nеver had shit, G (Trust)
Take off, ride this wavе like the ocean
Break down packs, the weed comes in potent
If rap don't work, the bando door's open
No snakes, bro, won't catch me with rodents
And if rats get 'round, say snap on the strip
That's search and destroy and bro's got a tool
Even got one from LDN
Keeps telling me she wants to come back to the 'Pool
[Verse 5]
Oh, I got Naijas, yardies, Barbies, Malis
I don't want love, just 'nani (That's right)
I got drillers and trappers, serious booters
They don't wanna dance in parties (How you mean?)
Shorty wanna chill with the big boys (Big boys)
Other side got bare bitch **** (Bitches)
Brownie looking all Zeze (Millz)
Tell her come fuck with the rich ****
You ain't gonna bust that gun, that's cap
How man get beat up holding a wap?
Seen man tried ride and he got turned pack
See, the Getback Gang gon' get you back
You ain't gonna grrrrt! You ain't gonna dah!
You ain't gonna let that dah! dah!
You ain't gonna shoot, stop lying, lying
Lock and load, go get shit frying (Glee!)
[Verse 6]
Hello, it's a Glock, knock, knock, who's there?
Baddie wanna do shop-shop, new hair
What you gonna do? Stop, stop, who cares?
You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared
[Verse 7]
Peng-peng ting wanna (Uhuh)
Got a African girl that wanna (Uhuh)
Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh uh)
Even got a yardie that wanna (Uhuh)
[Verse 8]
Spin it
Twinning
Serena, Venus Williams
Knock knock, surprise
You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you civilian
You ain't never did no dirt in your life
Just beat shots, now I'm hot, Dubai
All of my opps' numbers decline
Sorry, sorry, your girl wanna chill with the big boys
Bad B holding my nine
Sorry, sorry, step on your block inside
Like I just touched down in Naij
Suya
With a lemonade
If I rise it
Elevate
Watch how the corn make someone levitate
Pooed on my opps' streams last year
Well, my shooter made more anyway
[Verse 9]
Smash and crash and dip them
Skrrrrr, blue lights in the distance
In jail, yeah, I only had pictures
Had to pattern parcels for the listeners
Institutionalised, I was trapped in the system
Could've kicked ball for England
But I lied, it was hard, just said I was injured
Boom, bang, kweff, you been moving left
Get Zinedine Zidane'd to the chest
I don't wanna start, I don't wanna start moving F'd
You little prick, get slept
Big broom, get swept
You mug, you mess
I only cash big cheques
Knock, knock, who's next?
[Verse 10]
Hello, it's a Glock, knock, knock, who's there?
Baddie wanna do shop-shop, new hair
What you gonna do? Stop, stop, who cares?
You ain't gonna shoot that gun, you scared
[Verse 11]
Peng-peng ting wanna (Uhuh)
Got a African girl that wanna (Uhuh)
Even got a Mali that wanna (Uh uh)
Even got a yardie that wanna (Uhuh)
[Verse 12]
My bird's English, but her back's Jamaican
My Irish gyal talks Gaelic
Got a lot of women, my ex is hating
Glasgow girls my favourite
Bust two shots where the cops were waiting
That's real rap, bro, not just statements
Left the station, smiling, waving
Fuck the police, I fucking hate 'em
Stevie got a big bird, brother, no fat chick
25 year term 'cause he stayed active
Rat kids put him in Transits
Now he's in Franklin on the landing, he's stranded
Cars get burned and abandoned
Hold man for ransom, brother, that's standard
And all my friends gangsters, gangbangers
Kidnappers, trappers, bro, I don't roll with rappers
[Verse 13]
What the fuck have you done?
Don't lack, I walk with my gun
So don't try
Weren't sure if it was him, so I gave him a bly
My naija ting wan fuck with the guys
Holds it down, I ain't gotta think twice
Make it knock, you won't hear it jam
Beat up the nyash, then fly to the sea
Can't see them, so they can't see we
So how they rhyming? How they lie on streets?
In the function we got our heat
And we got nuff gyal, nuff gyal turn freak
Hit the bando, take one of each
Now it's back to the ends, tryna get more P
We seek, they hide, they hide, no seek
They talk on us, they lie on beats
Written by: M24, Tion Wayne

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