Champions League Krept & Konan

[Intro: Konan]
One, two
Aggression
Yeah
Aggression
You know my ting already

[Verse 1: Konan]
They ain't gotta ask me 'cause they know what my pattern is
Big batty girl, she wanna have my kids
My bread's up, I've got a pocket full of sandwiches
In the 7 with the savages
I got something here for any nigga chatting shit
Straight jeans, can the cannon fit?
I won a MOBO once, got the hang of it
Now there's five in the cabinet
I'm stressed out, I fill the Rizla with some cannabis
Apple juice and a pack of crisps
I just came off a jet, I've been travelling
Getting head on the plane, she was talented
Your man ain't nothing like us, don't be mad at him
Pool on the roof, I just had a swim
Big man stunting on the Gram like you're cashing in
Still living with your mum, how embarrassing
Probably why these girls wanna swallow us
I got more money than followers
What you thinking lil idiots is stopping us
My car foreign like some foreigners
Helicopter to the show, fly by traffic
Say you've got keys, think you're like Khaled
Think you're stunting on me, what, with my balance?
Bro your chain looks light, what's that? Nine karat?
Be easy, you know how my friends get
You can ask Charlie or Semtex
'Cause this is Champion League shit
You ain't even in the Prem yet
Thirty bottles in the club, I know, what a waste
Said she got a man but they're on a break
Man know how I operate
Yeah we rap but me and you are not the same