Credit Lyrics – StickUp

Credit Lyrics by StickUp

Kazza
[Call connected
[How many drills done by us?
[Young days, we used to do drills, no car

[Now, we just hop out the ride on volts
And feed man pe-]
Call connected [f#ck’s sake
I think I need more credit

How many drills done by us?
And we don’t want no credit
Young days, we used to do drills, no car
So we had to leg it

Now, we just hop out the ride on volts
And feed man pellets
You get it?
This beef can never been done ’til the opps are deaded

Bro gotta let few cents
He took it to trial and we got no credit
That’s can ting, no debit
Mitch was right, you cannot edit

I said, “Crash it, anytimе, anywhere”
That’s linking’s pendin’
I got outlaws in a piratе ting
Them man ain’t rollin’ with muskets [Bill it

This, this beef just need new sauce
So I drench it with mustard [Sauce
100 fiends call this phone
That’s a Nokia moshpit [Standard

Do it all bait on the mains
No bally, my bro, that’s the hottest [Ahh
Spin that soft, whip that rock
Watch it milly rockin’ [See that

It go solid, nice and rocky
Then I get to choppin’
That’s a different plan [Huh?
400 5-shots, 3 hours

It’s a right of cause when I hurt my back [f#ck’s sake, man
But all for the cause, of course, it’s due to bang [Yeh?
Opp get smoked, packed or whacked, that’s due to gang
BWC, ODB where the shooters’ hang

Mafia life, no suit and tie, them boots don’t hang [No way, cuz
Boots get tied anytime we ride or rise that .9
Or use that shank [Bang
Or use that sh-

Call connected [f#ck’s sake
I think I need more credit
How many drills done by us?
And we don’t want no credit

Young days, we used to do drills, no car
So we had to leg it
Now, we just hop out the ride on volts
And feed man pellets

You get it?
This beef can never been done ’til the opps are deaded [No way
Bro gotta let few cents
He took it to trial and we got no credit [Free bro

That’s can ting, no debit
Mitch was right, you cannot edit
I said, “Crash it, anytime, anywhere”
That’s linkin’s pendin’

Crud told me
I couldn’t care less, I’m pissed
Just got bagged with this Lyca phone [f#ck’s sake
I remember days it was

Don’t shout at me, best watch your tone
Came in bulk
Pissed they off, ‘course that’s smoke [Of course, that’s true
But these govs keep spinnin’ too much [Why they do?

So just found a blade
And this phone keeps ringin’ too much [Crazy
Called line insane
And you can never be onto us

Handed guns and a loaded gauge
And how many times have we stepped? [How many times?
Done it bait and left no trace [Bow, bow
Bally on a face, we don’t wanna be known, ‘cah we’re known by jakes

Gloves on them certi bells, and then change his plates [Then change
Countless times on the lurk
It’s comin’ like when he catch his case [No way
But we don’t really talk too much

We dust that dirt and leave road taped [Bow, we don’t really talk, we don’t really talk]
[Call connected
I think I need more credit
How many drills done by us?

And we don’t want no credit
Young days, we used to do drills, no car
So we had to leg it
Now, we just hop out the ride on volts

And feed man pellets
Kazza
[You get it?
This beef can never been done ’til the opps are deaded

Bro gotta let few cents
He took it to trial and we got no credit
That’s can ting, no debit
Mitch was right, you cannot edit

I said, “Crash it, anytime, anywhere”
That’s linkin’s pendin’]
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