[Intro: 4cf]
Sheesh
On some British bullshit, you know
You hear me, man?
On some crazy ting, you know
Man, I feel like Skepta in this bitch
Like Jme in this bitch
Boy better know (Boy better know)
What you mean, what you mean?
Ha, ha, ha, ha

[Verse 1: 4cf]
Layup, put two in his head (Brap)
.23 leave a fuck nigga dead
.23, we don't miss 'em, we shoot as his body
We gon' leave that fuck nigga scared
Hangin' out the drop-top Mazi coupe (Yeah)
Bitch, I feel like my whip got cut off
Yeah, that boy look like a lick so we run off (Yeah)
'Miri jeans, know I had to get the stunt off (Yeah, yeah)
'Miri jeans, I'm rockin' this all black fit
Bitch, you know that I'm fly as a bird
Man, I'm different, fuck what you heard (Yеah)
Yeah, my shawty stay in the 'burbs (Stay in the 'burbs)
Yеah, my shawty stay gettin' mad 'cause I walk out the crib like I do not know anybody
One Piece how I hop out the barrel with that muhfuckin' pistol, gon' shoot it at everybody
And that boy cannot be what I'm on
Chopper singin' like some of my songs (Oh my God)
And that boy try to say that he better than me (Yeah, better than me)
Shut up, boy, get the fuck on (Yeah)
And that boy walkin' round with no bread in these streets (He ain't got no bread)
Pockets light as a feather, I been on
And I walk out the club, took your bitch home (Walk out the club)
Pockets filled with that breesh, cannot sit down
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