[Intro]

Mm, Scratch mixed it

[Verse]

Yeah the-yeah the kid might've blown off of TikTok, big what? I'm still a boss like Rick Ross

Bif prof', get me a ride ant tint off

Feds on my back, so I might go incog'

I'm legit, but still run from them, these feds come nothin' like Scully & Hitchcock

Ticked off, how I still ran out off breath so quick? Man, I think that I need me a detox

She wants me to blow out her back (What?)

Sorry hun, I've been blowin' up stages

And familiar yutes wanna be my friends, but I can't put a name to the faces

I don't-I don't know what his name, but he's got one eye where my chain is

If you're a badman, go on then, takе it, but let me warn you, you're gonna need savin'

Privatе Z, there's no replacin'

Hard thinkin', man's contemplatin'

Too many yutes want conversation, but if you wanna talk, let's talk the payment

Zeros on sheets, that's Zero's favourite

More than three or keep it skatin'

What you know-what you know 'bout nights in the warehouse?

Don't know that then you don't know patience

Tell a-tell a man, "Stop hatin'"

A nigga only found my face on his phone 'cah he's lookin' at the trends and latest

Leave me alone, I ain't even famous

Don't call my phone 'cause I don't do favours

Can't get rid of the kid, I'm lit

Just take one look at your girlfriend's playlist, trust me, you lot ain't datin'

Hoes mad, but the paigon's madder

Skinny yute, but my bands get fatter

Wanna see wonderland like Alice and Hatter

Cold tactics, hats off to the gaffer

Thanks to my mum that I ain't a trapper, now I'm an artist, today, I'm a rapper

You can ask 4K or Mizz, they'll vouch when I rap, I am never a capper

Batty and-batty and breast, can't fake me, but when I see bands, I get kinda aroused

Wonderland, I ain't talkin' winter, I wanna see my bands stretch all year around

I'm tryna see my Barclay's bankers fallen, the face when they see my account

So I can't really have no distractions, don't watch my replies, I just mighta log out (Steadilation)