[Intro]
M1OnTheBeat
Ghosty
Likkle Dotz
[Verse 1: Clavish & Headie One]
She asked me why am I stressin', I'm tryna get some of my opps addresses
I really off white, plus look in my closet and see I got lots of X's
I send out lot of texts
If you see a blooded rambo and it's not mine, it's probably S's
Treys and Glocks is what I invest in
Yeah, I've been givin' her pipe, but I don't mind if she tells her friends, we're besties
Yeah, I bought her the shoes, she ain't got Instagram, and she's more than sexy
My rap career's promisin', but I'm still tryna leave that stretchin'
I'm still tryna leave that trendin', bro put that on a diamond pendant
I got five years on me, times two, get caught might give me a ten
I got number six on standby, but I'd rather give it to ten
I poked up ****, he was hittin' a shot, if I see him I'll ching him again
If you hear me rap 'bout a GLE, just know I ain't whippin' a Benz
Most of my friends are drillers and trappers, I ain't with all the chattin'
Phone Crash, like, "Do me a favour, clap him, make sure he's not standin'"
Spa day with a booter, just done a bootin', but health is wealth
I just ran out of credit, but the food that I got is gonna sell itself (Turn up)
[Verse 2: Headie One]
I just get in the booth, tell 'em the truth
Rolls Royce Dawn, take off the roof
This bad B thick and melanin too (Turn, turn, turn, told me turn)
Always tryna tell me take off my pooh
Six quid just to get me a boot, don't piss me off, I'll get me a broom
Then go Hattons, let me link Hoosh (Hoosh), like bro, when you settin' the jewels?
All of these carats (Suh), it got me lookin' like the Christmas lights at Harrods (Suh)
All of these hand tings, I need a bag full of sweets like Tangfantastics (One)
The fans want me providin' bangers (Bangers), opps want me providin' badness (Badness)
Even though I went platinum, I might still try to give them both (Both)
Feds still want me in HMP, why they still want to feed man oats?
I was in the bando batterin' fish, had this yardie ting tryna feed man goat (One)
And I'm still the G.O.A.T., bro got a sentence and I still don't vote
These twenty notes plastic, they still gon' fold
These opps wanna pull up to the top of the hill again
I see bro drill at them, could've been an M on the O like Gilligan
Come a long way from Bittern wing
Done the wing picky head like Willian (One)
Gotta thank God for rap, could've really been me fulltime in the gym again (Turn up, turn up, turn up)
M1OnTheBeat
Ghosty
Likkle Dotz
[Verse 1: Clavish & Headie One]
She asked me why am I stressin', I'm tryna get some of my opps addresses
I really off white, plus look in my closet and see I got lots of X's
I send out lot of texts
If you see a blooded rambo and it's not mine, it's probably S's
Treys and Glocks is what I invest in
Yeah, I've been givin' her pipe, but I don't mind if she tells her friends, we're besties
Yeah, I bought her the shoes, she ain't got Instagram, and she's more than sexy
My rap career's promisin', but I'm still tryna leave that stretchin'
I'm still tryna leave that trendin', bro put that on a diamond pendant
I got five years on me, times two, get caught might give me a ten
I got number six on standby, but I'd rather give it to ten
I poked up ****, he was hittin' a shot, if I see him I'll ching him again
If you hear me rap 'bout a GLE, just know I ain't whippin' a Benz
Most of my friends are drillers and trappers, I ain't with all the chattin'
Phone Crash, like, "Do me a favour, clap him, make sure he's not standin'"
Spa day with a booter, just done a bootin', but health is wealth
I just ran out of credit, but the food that I got is gonna sell itself (Turn up)
[Verse 2: Headie One]
I just get in the booth, tell 'em the truth
Rolls Royce Dawn, take off the roof
This bad B thick and melanin too (Turn, turn, turn, told me turn)
Always tryna tell me take off my pooh
Six quid just to get me a boot, don't piss me off, I'll get me a broom
Then go Hattons, let me link Hoosh (Hoosh), like bro, when you settin' the jewels?
All of these carats (Suh), it got me lookin' like the Christmas lights at Harrods (Suh)
All of these hand tings, I need a bag full of sweets like Tangfantastics (One)
The fans want me providin' bangers (Bangers), opps want me providin' badness (Badness)
Even though I went platinum, I might still try to give them both (Both)
Feds still want me in HMP, why they still want to feed man oats?
I was in the bando batterin' fish, had this yardie ting tryna feed man goat (One)
And I'm still the G.O.A.T., bro got a sentence and I still don't vote
These twenty notes plastic, they still gon' fold
These opps wanna pull up to the top of the hill again
I see bro drill at them, could've been an M on the O like Gilligan
Come a long way from Bittern wing
Done the wing picky head like Willian (One)
Gotta thank God for rap, could've really been me fulltime in the gym again (Turn up, turn up, turn up)
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