Lyrics: Adam Williams/Cian Wright/Ricky Banton
Music: Adam Williams/Cian Wright/Ricky Banton
Kazza
She wanna know why I still scream free all my nigga s
It's not rocket science they're still in the gulag
After we done it I asked her if you got a boyfriend
Why would you do that
Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat
I still grip on my waist like who's that
'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back
D**k in her mouth she chew that
Birkin bag fit trey deuce
In the kitchen crack the window the fumes
Coke is still dryin' it's ready by two
B***h I sip lean I don't do no balloons
Overseas snappin' the view
I'ma **** her the second we get in the room mm
My darg took a raid got more yutes on the way
The trap gotta resume
'Course my youngin got things in his pouch got it
If I tell him to drill it he'll pounce
Armed jakes boomed off where I live
I don't know why I don't keep sticks in my house
I got kids but they just stay in her mouth
My darg caught a case he's takin' it trial
If it goes wrong I won't see him for a while
I flooded my wrist that shit's blinding out
My b***h, she the cutest cute one
Her nails on fleek but her attitude stinks
She the rudest
Got her stressin' 'cah I had all of these
Instagram hoes before any blue tick
One of my nigga s in jail for some food free
Another went in 'cah he done him a bootin'
niggas be cappin' I know where the truth is
Multiple stabbings but not where the booth is no way
She wanna know why I still scream free all my nigga s
It's not rocket science they're still in the gulag
After we done it I asked her if you got a boyfriend
Why would you do that
Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat
I still grip on my waist like who's that
'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back
D**k in her mouth she chew that
Birkin bag fit trey deuce
In the kitchen crack the window the fumes
Coke is still dryin' it's ready by two
B***h I sip lean I don't do no balloons
Overseas snappin' the view
I'ma **** her the second we get in the room mm
My darg took a raid
Got more yutes on the way the trap gotta resume
Different calibres yeah
Bro took the shotty ain't shootin' no cameras mm
Glass stairs in the crib twenty quids how I live
I just bust down my banisters yeah yeah
She want a real nigga that's talented talented
So high I can feel a paralysis yeah
Crib came with an annex an annex
Stick got an annex an annex
Big drip came with the arabs ski
Big bullets I'ma do it like tate
Halloween when you starvin' the apes apes
Biscotti don't pass me the vape vape
Real nigga s come and ride with the wave wave
Still ridin' my wave up in space like an alien alien
Big league big kettle pateks are my favorite favorite
I whip with the ammonia it's stingin' my eyes ski
Trap do three a day ain't fixin' the blinds ski
Thirty clip strap on deck like a dyke brr
If I'm lyin' I'm flyin' the 9 in the sky skrrt
Touch on her p sexy she act like she shy ah
Got it on us we can snap in real time ah
When I'm out the city she hold it down ah
I make her bust it open facetime
She wanna know why I still scream free all my nigga s
It's not rocket science they're still in the gulag
After we done it I asked her
If you got a boyfriend why would you do that
Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat
I still grip on my waist like who's that
'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back
D**k in her mouth she chew that
Birkin bag fit trey deuce
In the kitchen crack the window the fumes
Coke is still dryin' it's ready by two
B***h I sip lean I don't do no balloons
Overseas snappin' the view
I'ma **** her the second we get in the room mm
My darg took a raid got more
Yutes on the way the trap gotta resume