[Intro]

Now in this world you got two types of people

The people who make mistakes

After doing so they take full responsibility and caused on them themselves

Then you got the people who make mistakes

Instead of taking ownership of their actions and bad actions they made

They'd rather point the finger and blame other people

That's the easier way out

Rah its BKay ya know

Its that hocus pocus Harry James

[Chorus: Morrisson]

You need people like me

So you can point your fucking fingers

And say "That's the bad guy"

Got that rich man energy

I make money then blow it like bagpipes

I'm in the bando doing up trap life

Whipping up cola, I'm whipping up bricks

Like look at the flick of the wrist, look at the flick of the wrist

I'm in the club getting white boy wasted

You ain't on nothing so you hate on us

Becky just sniffed two lines now she just wants to dance and shake her bum

Shake her bum

Shake her bum

She just wants to dance and shake her bum

Becky just sniffed two lines now she just wants to dance and shake her bum

[Verse 1: Morrisson]

Vinnie Jones played me in "Lock Stock"

I got two smoking barrels for a paigon

Several L's mans crops get taken

For ages I put the Cau in Caucasian

I'm never home, I been OT bopping

He loves my music even though we robbed him

I grab a man's ice and take it off him and leave a man standing there looking defrosted

My heart stone cold Steve Austin

There ain't no love around here just business

I bought packs overseas in LA, now I need to get them across like Christians

Christian Dior looks good on my skin, but I still look good in a cheap Nike tracksuit

Her face is cap but her back looks mad so its smash then dash I ain't staying like tattoo

[Verse 2: Loski]

Different kettle of fish, its really a different shard

These yutes ain't on it, my ski diabolic, honest he ain't tryna talk too much

Flip that script, skrr and skid, shell out the whip like Mario kart

Why's man wearing a vest, like bro's on his neck like Homer and Bart

Course its frying corns been flying, with my darg like Stewie and Brian

Riding alot Fetty Wap, use that one eye when you press the iron

I got gorgeous slays that give man brain and think they're bae

You was in school when I was with cats, ain't no loving OT ask Drake

[Chorus: Morrisson]

You need people like me

So you can point your fucking fingers

And say, "That's the bad guy"

Got that rich man energy

I make money then blow it like bagpipes

I'm in the bando doing up trap life

Whipping up cola, I'm whipping up bricks

Like look at the flick of the wrist, look at the flick of the wrist

I'm in the club getting white boy wasted

You ain't on nothing so you hate on us

Becky just sniffed two lines now she just wants to dance and shake her bum

Shake her bum

Shake her bum

She just wants to dance and shake her bum

Becky just sniffed two lines now she just wants to dance and shake her bum

[Verse 3: Morrisson]

I just got a call from the Albo says he wants to talk some business

Said he knows one brother that knows one brother with a house with a load of bricks in

Wicked, now my mouth's watering and dribbling

He sent the address, now I'm grabbing my mask

He's home alone like Kevin

I'm plotted outside like Harry and Marv

You were right Morris ain't on nothing man

Either pull up or shut up

My gun go brukka

Steel and coppa

Road get lock arf

That's Newham borough

I'm still in the hood with the nutters

In West Ham shirts and LV runners

I do more for my young buck than his own dad does and that's on my mother

[Verse 4: Loski]

Who's man preeing?

Touch me then ski go skiing

She just wanna shake her bum and free it

Family dodgy everyone see it

That gyal dead one ski I won't jeet it

Gucci and Fendi I mean it

I can't get chinged that's wet not seasick

Moncler in season its news

Bro get loose if your talking loose

4 pack foreign you hear that boom

Them man capping that shit ain't true

I rip that up like a right back

No wonder them boy don't like man

I got ski in the cut just try man

I got ski in the cut just try man

[Chorus: Morrison]

You need people like me

So you can point your fucking fingers

And say, "That's the bad guy"

Got that rich man energy

I make money then blow it like bagpipes

I'm in the bando doing up trap life

Whipping up cola, I'm whipping up bricks

Like look at the flick of the wrist, look at the flick of the wrist

I'm in the club getting white boy wasted

You ain't on nothing so you hate on us

Becky just sniffed two lines now she just wants to dance and shake her bum

Shake her bum

Shake her bum

She just wants to dance and shake her bum

Becky just sniffed two lines now she just wants to dance and shake her bum