[ Featuring Dizzee Rascal ]
Pull up on smoke
Like whose got a problem
2 bad bs on their knees & there both tryna say they don't do this often
Hot boy summer doing hot shit n I got the game locked no lock smith
Used to have to for dem boy der now my hearts stone cold like Austin X2
Bitch u wasn't with me shooting with in the gym
You was in ur crib or probably linking chicks
Now I'm living lavish bitches think I'm rich
Eating steak & lobster no more fish & chip
See my diamonds shining when I flick my wrist
This a different chapter had to flip to script
In a different penthouse with different chick
You can really tell a nigga live for this
#Winninng splash mad figures
Gang land living mad max did him
LV rocksack backpack dripping
Rap mad lyrics any track man spin him
Fat black dick in had gyal tripping
Brown skin girl Bend ur back n dig it
New whip soon land matte black kitted
Late night road on the back mans skidding
Back then she used to diss a nigga now she feel she winning cah she wid a nigga I was in her Friendzone now my dick is in her plus I'm f*cking twins I call it sister sister I was tapping oysters Now I'm tapping models I don't trap I scam I'm making grands with uncles no lacking fam make sure tha mac is on you if that strap gets clapped another mans in soil woah
