[Intro]
Daytrip took it to 10 (Hey)
[Chorus]
Me, I set pace and I'm active (Ahh)
Your girl wants me as a captive (Yeah)
Smoking gelato, it's cat piss
If it weren't bro, then I slapped it (Bow!)
West London, call me the savior (Woah)
Won't do a shawty a favor (No)
Come to the block, you're in danger (Ahh)
We do the most with the paper (Let's go!)
Me, I set pace and I'm active (Ahh)
Your girl wants me as a captive (Me)
Smoking gelato, it's cat piss (Wow!)
If it weren't bro, then I slapped it (Boo-boo!)
West London, call me the savior (Woah)
Won't do a shawty a favor (No)
Come to the block, you're in danger (Ahh)
We do the most with the paper (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Run out this money, I'm running it back (Running)
Running the show, I was running the packs
How can a blogger try say that I'm wack? (Huh?)
Nowadays, every song I do's a plaque (Ching!)
Paigons don't like me, but like how I rap (Yep!)
Prolly 'cause their girl's been making it clap (Clap-clap)
Police are mad at the fact that I'm black
And that their house isn't half of my stack (Oh well)
I was in cunch with the ting on my lap
And now I'm in the club with a ting on my lap
You niggas cappin', you ran out of facts
Try racing me, you gon' run out of gas
Come get your girl 'cause she choosing
Only Chief Keef when I'm cruising
Everything wet when I'm shooting
The club can't be lit 'cause there's you in
Daytrip took it to 10 (Hey)
[Chorus]
Me, I set pace and I'm active (Ahh)
Your girl wants me as a captive (Yeah)
Smoking gelato, it's cat piss
If it weren't bro, then I slapped it (Bow!)
West London, call me the savior (Woah)
Won't do a shawty a favor (No)
Come to the block, you're in danger (Ahh)
We do the most with the paper (Let's go!)
Me, I set pace and I'm active (Ahh)
Your girl wants me as a captive (Me)
Smoking gelato, it's cat piss (Wow!)
If it weren't bro, then I slapped it (Boo-boo!)
West London, call me the savior (Woah)
Won't do a shawty a favor (No)
Come to the block, you're in danger (Ahh)
We do the most with the paper (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Run out this money, I'm running it back (Running)
Running the show, I was running the packs
How can a blogger try say that I'm wack? (Huh?)
Nowadays, every song I do's a plaque (Ching!)
Paigons don't like me, but like how I rap (Yep!)
Prolly 'cause their girl's been making it clap (Clap-clap)
Police are mad at the fact that I'm black
And that their house isn't half of my stack (Oh well)
I was in cunch with the ting on my lap
And now I'm in the club with a ting on my lap
You niggas cappin', you ran out of facts
Try racing me, you gon' run out of gas
Come get your girl 'cause she choosing
Only Chief Keef when I'm cruising
Everything wet when I'm shooting
The club can't be lit 'cause there's you in
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