[Verse: T1-Pusha]
\nYeah, warm up
\nMan, know when I step in I'm bound to get shelly
\nOi, Kenny run the 'riddim, don
\nI'm ready when you're ready
\nI be swaying in the booth, I get heavy on the henney
\nAfter this, I'm linking Bethany and Kelly, ugh
\nAll these brothers say they got me
\nThey don't get me, no one stop me
\nSo don't stress me, I think properly
\nI move steady, I'm tryna buy a gaff
\nI ain't stressing 'bout no Fendi
\nGyal love a man with jewels
\nBut I still be getting plenty
\nI ain't got a chain, fam
\nI'm tryna make the dough grow
\nWon't see me in the range
\nI'll pick your girl up in the polo
\nYou ain't getting low blow off no hoe
\nJust go home, get back in your Mercedes on your solo
\nWrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
\nPack my bag, I got a package
\nBag of lyrics, it's a madders
\nCatch me in the back, I'm getting toppers off a badders
\nShe don't really eff with man
\nShe just love to eff with rappers
\n
\n[Verse: T1-Smoke]
\nMan, know when I step in I'm bound to get shelly
\nOi, Kenny run the 'riddim, don
\nI'm ready when you're ready
\nI be swaying in the booth, I get heavy on the henney
\nAfter this, I'm linking Bethany and Kelly, ugh
\nAll these brothers say they got me
\nThey don't get me, no one stop me
\nSo don't stress me, I think properly
\nI move steady, I'm tryna buy a gaff
\nI ain't stressing 'bout no Fendi
\nGyal love a man with jewels
\nBut I still be getting plenty
\nI ain't got a chain, fam
\nI'm tryna make the dough grow
\nWon't see me in the Range
\nI'll pick your girl up in the Polo
\nYou ain't getting low blow off no hoe
\nJust go home, get back in your Mercedes on your solo
\nWrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
\nPack my bag, I got a package
\nBag of lyrics, it's a madders
\nCatch me in the back, I'm getting toppers off a badders
\nShe don't really eff with man
\nShe just love to eff with rappers
\n
\n[Verse: J]
\nOi, chick, I gotta dip for a bit
\n'Cause my shit's so sick, I'm making quids for a vid
\nSo, quick slip, I just blitz through the bits
\nArrive at the destination like I'm rich in the bitch
\nYour boats sailing, now I'm sinking your ship
\nI'm not thinking I'm sick, I just literally is
\nThem man are stood hating while they're picking the spliff
\nFam, I'll rip him to bits, while I build up my quids
\nOriginality is key, I've more than mastered it
\nThey didn't like admitting that I'm sick
\nBecause they're flapping it
\nDropped 'Straight Rhymez', the vibes nuttin' but nice
\nI know little white kids and man in prison who are blasting it
\nIt's nuttin', all the Manny bees are buzzing
\nBig up Rags, that's big bro'
\nHella Manny man are coming
\nI'm tryna visualize it, like Sami with the camera
\nBut there's man up on the screen that shouldn't be seen because they're bluffin'
\n
\n[Verse: Tio]
\nSick with the lyrics, the way I flip it
\nI fucking kill it, give me the figures
\nI want it, trust me to get it finished
\nAitch is the illest, you dig it
\nYou know I rip it, init
\nThis gal got -
\nI lick it, I movin' sickly with it
\nI took my shades off, she fucked all her mates off
\nShe was acting shy until the jeans, dem came off
\nEnough about gyal, you still see me with the same squad
\nFrom Jay plug to A1, it's my time, game on
\nSee me, I'm tryna get rich before I turn twenty
\nTwo years left to keep the P steady
\nBut you know what the white boy's like
\nI'll spend it tonight and be coming home messy
\nGet me, nah you don't, you're not ready
\nThey ask if you rate me, you just say 'semi'
\nStandard, bring like 10 of your favourite MC's
\nTrust me don, I'll spin any
\nCome then, who spits first?
\nGet a penny and flip it
\nRip it to fuck, man's going all livid
\nPlease quit it, know your limits
\nYou're outside 'cause you can't get a ticket
\nI'm backstage with the girl
\nBut I'm driving tonight so I just got a WKD
\nMight go pay my girl a quick visit
\nHang on a minute, I don't have one, bin it\n\n
