Go Time

Back to where I started, now it's go time, yeah-yeah

Mmm mmm

All my **** trapping pon the roadside, yeah-yeah

Mmm mmm

I can't stop till I get to the bag, no

Slide in with a hottie, she feeling my cashflow

Prayin' for my sins 'cause only the Lord knows

How long I waited to come home

Yo, four bricks and four different links

Fly North, bring the karla back like I'm Mist

Rapping with my nig' Russian Brain on the Encro

Whole bird gone in a day, you know my M.O.

More keys than Allen, Harvey Nichols or Harrods

Serve all of the Arabs, ain't fucking her 'cause she average

Uh, all this light, my grub Igbo

Stretch it like a limo

D Cat, getting KFC through the window

Scousers got tens, they're all talking on a pin phone

My guy brought him in, he still ran off with the brick though

Frank Lucas mink coat

Uh, I'm Asco with these pink notes

More street than Harley

More B than Cardi

Loubs match the car seat

My chick from Ave, she look yardie

Still getting dinners from abroad

If it's too much racks, you gotta count it on the floor

Back to where I started, now it's go time, yeah-yeah

Mmm mmm

All my **** trapping pon the roadside, yeah-yeah

Mmm mmm

I can't stop till I get to the bag, no

Slide in with a hottie, she feeling my cashflow

Prayin' for my sins 'cause only the Lord knows

How long I waited to come home

Uh, designer garments, top-floor apartments

Sensor when I'm parking

Stepping on the buj like it's carpet

All this mulah, clean it up like a Hoover

Bricks on connie, pick it up like a Uber

Bricks on consignment

Chicks on me like Trident

VS1s, blood diamonds

The whip got red leathers, do sixty in five seconds

V6 engine, gang ting, Peckham

Chatting to Allah, lil hundred racks from Harlow

Run the ends like Marlo, gun smoke, get your cargo

Drug deal Sopranos, strip jumpin' like carnivals

Got both mulatto, ahki, only Allah knows

Back to where I started, now it's go time, yeah-yeah

Mmm mmm

All my **** trapping pon the roadside, yeah-yeah

Mmm mmm

I can't stop till I get to the bag, no

Slide in with a hottie, she feeling my cashflow

Prayin' for my sins 'cause only the Lord knows

How long I waited to come home