[Intro: Danny Seth]

I'm sorry for the way shit's been kinda fucked up recently

That don't mean shit, the British are still coming, you feel me?

Perception season, yeah, uh

Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it

The British are coming

[Verse 1: Danny Seth]

All these cosigns and you still ain't popped (Ha ha ha)

Even blow drying won't make your shit hot

I'm the game's hidden secret, broke the lock

Now I'm out for the spot (Ah)

Triangle tat, I should sign to the

[Beep]

Oops, shit, I said a lot

Went and buried all your favorite rappers in the lot

But when my words are not a loaded Glock (Grr)

Dislocated shoulder how I'm 'bout to pop (Pop)

And I ain't Elvis, boy but man, I fucking rock (Hah)

Talking about this rap shit, I got it tied up like a knot

It's a lot, and my city keep on checking on me like a watch

But fuck it man, they see me 'round here

And I know they see me buzzin' like I'm fuckin' Lightyear

Talking about me, man it's quite clear

I've been running though these rappers

Like some fucking stray deer, uh

[Hook: MD$]

When I'm spinning, I hope you find me, find me (Find me)

'Cause if you find me, you know I'll be alright, right, right

And if you catch me and you dare try me, try me (Try me)

I'll hit it and it won't be your night, night, night

My pack be so loud when I flex in the cut

They gon' hear me

Mud in my cup, if the convo ain't mula

You cannot get near me

Heard about me, there's a reason

Bitches talk, there's a reason

Yung cavalli season, season

Yung cavalli season

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]

Fuck a cosign, boy, I'm still gon' pop (Fuck)

Like a shaken soda, boy, I'll go pop

Never touched the baking soda but I'm 'bout to be the

[Beep]

Everybody want to grab me like a crotch

And I ain't even dropped my hot shit (Nah)

This the one to make you put me on the "one's to watch" list

A banger for the fucking lost kids

Who never knew what real music sounded like

Until Perception dropped

It is not this, but I dropped it cause I got pissed

Made a couple bangers in my living room

Forgot about them, like a homo

Now they coming out the closet

Fuck you talking about if it ain't this? (This)

Man, I'm too cold like my wrists (Wrists)

Asking rapper to retire, man, I be the pitch

When you asking who is coming, man, it be the Brits

The British are coming