[Chorus: Mercston]

Clothes, I got clothes

I got kreps, I got loads

I got cake and infos

That's why man are running the roads

What do you know about flee?

Yeah, I keep it flee

Everyday, I’m flee

Your girl knows I'm flee

[Verse 1: Mercston]

Aye, cut the music

The E3 paper, [?] 365, yeah I got a label, man

Five bills on a tracky, three something on trainers

I still look better on a lazy one

When I dress up, they look messer

Clothes all baggy, shirt all tacky

I told 'em drop it out brother, we don’t live in Cali

Me and clothes married

A little space, tight but no [?]

When I go shopping, I return the [?]

My wardrobe's are mad, I got like a thousand angles

I think I'm done with London, let me go to Paris

From there, take a plane to Italy

Yeah, I'll exceed in Italy

It's the truth brother, you ain't gotta agree

And if you wanna talk whips, just run

[Chorus: Mercston]

Clothes, I got clothes

I got kreps, I got loads

I got cake and infos

That's why man are running the roads

What do you know about flee?

Yeah, I keep it flee

Everyday, I'm flee

Your girl knows I’m flee

I’m, I'm-I’m flee

[Verse 2: Ghetts]

What's the topic?

[?], stop it

All Black Winter is gothic

Paper in and out my pocket, office

I've been doing this for years, I'm no novice

Shopping, yeah, I went and bought more clothes

But really, I should’ve bought more wardrobes

Also, two chests of draws, you all know

I was well dressed before E.T, cool off

My jeans ain't leggings

Not me, never that

Which means, this type disease ain't spreading

Well, it isn't, it's getting out of hand

[?] ain't clothes, they could've wore at 11

And they think they're fly, not one of them are propelling

Somebody talk to Mercston

What can you do? Except try and tell 'em

[Chorus: Mercston]

Clothes, I got clothes

I got kreps, I got loads

I got cake and infos

That's why man are running the roads

What do you know about flee?

Yeah, I keep it flee

Everyday, I'm flee

Your girl knows I'm flee

I'm, I'm-I'm flee

[Outro: Ghetts & Mercston]

Oi, oi g, you tried to send though

Nah but you did try and send first

Because obviously, the baggy bit, you know

Bruv, bruv you can't wear jeans

But you can have your tracksuit bottoms under

I'm trying to tell you, you see you

Do you get breathing space in your jeans?

I know, I know but this is the point (Get fresh, innit)

See when go-see when you know, look

When you go and buy jeans (Question is)

Not everyone's the same size, so you have to tailor your shit

Know what I'm saying? (I get it, I get it and you, you went jail and got a bit big) My shit, my shit's tailored, b

(You're wearing smaller stuff)

See when I go out, I look slick, darg

(Nah, listen) Ask the gyal dem, I'm slick and that

It gets, gets frush, do you know about frush?

Because your jeans are too tight

Aye, cus, I don't visit this limit but

My [?] don't, know what I mean?

I ain't, I ain't got no frush

I'm fucking straight, you know what I mean?