PSYKENIGHT Lancey Foux (Ft. Chip & Skepta)

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux & Bhad Bhabie]
It's foot to the floor, no seat, I'm ridin' round tank on E
The boy just turned to a beast and I know that they know it's me (Yeah)
I got my own alphabet, it's A, C, I and a D
Put down your money, let's bet, let's see who dyin' a G?
I know that it's me
Leather jeans on in the hood I'm the flyest to come out of east
Who's ridin' on me? Lemme see?
I kill a boy on the A13
I pull up on greaze
Big greaze with a big G
I got a bad B
No underwear like IAMDDB
And she won't say a sound
Big steel under the Jean Paul Gaultier blouse
How could they doubt?
That me and my niggas the biggest to do this since 2000 and now
I put a 10 on track and after I hit, it's Logic, I'm bouncin' her out
I'm on my white girl shit
Mm, outside and I'm definitely cashin' me out
(Catch me outside, how 'bout dat?)

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Talk about
Talk about, talk about, talk about me
You ain't even a boss
I pay the cost and I got the receipts
Fuck a celebrity, no security
Still see me in the streets
Like, "Stop, wait, pull up," I need somethin' to eat
All of these blessings, praise the Lord
DJ, put that on repeat
Please don't talk about numbers, little man, I could do that in my sleep
Please don't talk about skengs
One phone call, that's a strap with the teeth
I'm an alchemist, on a trip
How could I slip when I got the crack on my feet?
SK's got me standin' well
Ain't Obama but I brang Michelle
Bouncers know me on the door
And they know I'm comin' with gang as well
Told the girl, "I don't do the road"
But nothin' change, I got raps to sell
It's a fast life, I don't kiss and tell
Said her name and it rang a bell