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My hoe's in contour, my clothes are Tom Ford

My bros, they want war, salah when I'm on tour

Yo, tell your guys it's funny, I'm getting to the bag

Got these **** mad, they just wanna start telling lies

Tom Ford boxers, seven-five

Since I've got racks I must've heard every line

There's a long list of rappers, I didn't get in line

I said I'm comin' and you **** better step aside

It's forty-five for the kilo, ain't no bargaining me

Put Fred on your song, and it'll be charming quickly

Every week I put a model in the car to Brikky

To True Flavours, get my pepper steak fast and quickly

I need the lemonade

Oh you ain't seen a hundred racks? Well, I can demonstrate

Young **** blowing up the flat, I detonate

Glass AP, I shattered my wrist, needs a rest today

I got a way with words

And you black youths in ****, man will make it burst

No white youths, my G, we're going on some racist works

In '016, I got my first music project played, unuh

But on the opp block, I taped it first

I think I made it, huh

'Cause she's an animal lover my jacket's made of fur

Sometimes I can't believe just what I made of work

Still I ain't cutting from the opps

**** know that Fred'll run for mayor first

Little man, I need a forty just to lay a verse

Baby girl's mad I move, but that's how a player work

The plug lost trust, now I gotta pay him first

Took food off hella man, now he won't even take my word

But still time is ticking

My girl got a good brain, you know her mind's the sickest

But at the same time, she won't never mind her business

Told my guys when they slide, bear in mind the witness

You're my lady

Woke up with bruises, tryna find who did it

Silly girl, you must not realise how my diamonds hit

Last night you could've easily lost your sight or vision

I believe in God, so you can say I'm kind of Christian

But going Hatton Garden every Sunday's my religion

You was up in college, pussy boy, go write and listen

I was outside the plug's, doing my revision

Baby girl, you're not my main, you're my side edition

So I'm gonna need some shhh when the wife is ringing

**** gotta keep the shhh cah my ice is blinging

Got a somethin' with the shhh, do a silent drilling

Yeah, I poked up shhh cah I don't like them ****

You think I read comments?

I'm a bad boy with street problems

AP, Patek and a Rolex, I keep options

Fifty thousand for a festival, I keep shotting

Catch me counting twenty in the morning while I eat porridge

Baby girl, you look good, let me see somethin'

I was stuck up in the hood, had to be somethin'

****, show respect in the place when my team's coming

I'll shop when I get to the place, I don't need luggage

I got your girl on top of me, I don't need covers

It's bicarbonate of soda up in these cupboards

I get emotional every time I see hunnids

Gonna make my eyes water when I'm chopping these onions

Real shit

Make my eyes water when I'm chopping these onions