[Verse 1: Berna]

Hey, Hey, Hey

Numbers, all I know is numbers

Gyal love the way man flex

Never had a man from London

Two 'C's on my creps

Two 'G's on my jumpers

Look at them boy they're stressed

Be vexed if I was one of them brothers

Cause they ain't really on this

[Chorus: One Acen]

Summertime we roll up

Looking like A-Boogie and Mitch

Them joe boys waffling

Saying that they would've done that

And they would've done this

I was shooting my shot like Sterling

Bad b slept on me and now she burning

Blow racks like I ain't concerned

Italian drip pulling up in Germans

[Verse 2: One Acen & Berna]

Feds hate when they see my face

Doing up skrr in an all black range

More time I don't need no game

Send location I'm doing up ways

I got 20 missed calls from Lucy

And a Snapchat mention from K

I just wanna see breast and booty

I ain't really trynna play no games

Running it up, stack on me weight like a ton, ton, ton

Gold around my neck like I won

Diamonds they shine in the sun, sun, sun

Got my tints down and my rings on, like I'm Sha Shabba

Where them fake boys, won't make noise

But they ain't really on this

[Chorus: One Acen]

Summertime we roll up

Looking like A-Boogie and Mitch

Them joe boys waffling

Saying that they would've done that

And they would've done this

I was shooting my shot like Sterling

Bad b slept on me and now she burning

Blow racks like I ain't concerned

Italian drip pulling up in Germans

[Verse 3: One Acen & Berna]

Mamacita you don't belong in the streets (oh no)

Come and kick it like its FIFA

Hugo Lloris you're a keeper

Bad girl, she a diva

Put her in coupes, now all of them other girls can't keep up

Told her come chill where the grass is greener

Paid in full like Mitch

Meet man boogie if you blast this nina

Could've hollered at Becky and Keisha

But I've got Lisa and maybe Christina

And the bands ain't blue like Peter

Look at them pinkies

Came from the mud she dig me

Big boys but they act like pitneys

Cause they ain't really on this

[Chorus: One Acen]

Summertime we roll up

Looking like A-Boogie and Mitch

Them joe boys waffling

Saying that they would've done that

And they would've done this

I was shooting my shot like Sterling

Bad b slept on me and now she burning

Blow racks like I ain't concerned

Italian drip pulling up in Germans

[Verse 3: Berna]

Hey

Numbers, all I know is numbers

Gyal love the way man flex

Never had a man from London

Two 'C's on my creps

Two 'G's on my jumpers

Look at them boy they're stressed

Be vexed if I was one of them brothers

Cause they ain't really on this