[Intro]

I just woke up

Sounding like a pro prop

I just woke up

Sounding like a old prop

I’m a kid with a cosh

So I'm a fascist

I ‘on’t take no fucking call

I just take my own for we’re lovers

[Verse 1]

Paying, paying

I’m paying whatever your ounce

She never wanted a front star

She only wanted what I could serve

They never wanted it from the start

Now I'm back in the north

And I can’t tell my weight on the rope

And I'm feeling tao

Weigh every word I fucking spat

Cos I'm lucky, loco

Lock her with the fucking tricks

And I'm weak, but I ain’t the no weaker treat

But I got the wicker witch

I’ma just put it and

Lеt the fucking acorns fall out to the basket

Evеrything I ever had

Put it on the pantaloon

Chilling on the helm

Make me look like

I’m still reeling on the fodder

This shit that I had

When I was quick

Ill quirky, creaking on the bee

Yeah, I do it like that

Uh oh I should have said Nigga

(scoffing)

Spit this boy

Ow!

Like, look at my face

I can tell what the time is

Tis, tis, tis

All I know is

Tis, tis, tis, tis, tis, tis

Hey, you’re sleeping

[Verse 2]

I stay with the gold pack

Uh!

My bob in a good wag

Good wag

Good wag bro

I stay with the gold pack

Roll with the good

You’re wack

You can feel the heat when we come around

I don’t smile queen

But I do it in the pound

I do it in the pound

I roll with the pack

They won’t make me feel the record

Never scared in my head

I know it’s a lack

Alright

She cut me round the fucking back

And her steel gold

I ‘on’t even know then about you

All I know is I'ma fucking do what I really do

Tiller hit the place that I keep the kitty do

Ooh, ooh howdy dear

Do the fucking . . . hail your d ck

I’m just going, now I'm perk

I’m tryna be me

Eh! your hey

Wishing well

That shit weird

Baby asking

I just laugh

I just laugh like

Does she wear a thong

Your clapping ass take the stance shit

Kobe on this fucking helm mo coup

Tryna test shift