[Intro]

Look

[Chorus]

Ask 'bout PR, they know where we are

I'm in London Town on the Thameslink

I love my bro like I love the bad ones

And the both of them want extensions (Frr, frr)

Cast on me like I'm Michael Jack

But I'm in a hood like V12 engines (Yeah)

Turned down a quarter M

Cah just like mummy, I'm real independent (Brr, brr)

[Verse 1]

Huh, huh, look, don't get me started 'cause I gotta end it

Don't give a fuck 'bout offendin'

Ain't got the memo? Lil' nigga, it's pendin', huh

I do not talk on the street ties

I'm tryna blow up and leave out the trenches

While you niggas act like my thick one

Makin' up shit and you're still tryna blend in, huh

Don't talk like man if you ain't poppin' like this

This is God's plan, honey, why I gotta like this

You ain't see what I see, you are not in my clique

I feel like Skeppy in '02 suttin'

Fuck nigga, don't think that I owe you suttin'

Don't even try hop out and pressure lil' P

You niggas must think that we in a Cool Running

My D-cup shorty too pushy

I'm a rockstar, baby, don't push me

Shit, I don't even like that nigga

But my daddy ain't raise no pussy

They were sayin', "Lil' P, how could he?"

Shouldn't stick to the rap, now, should he?

Man, I'm top three rappers in the country

Still, I might sing to your girl like A Boogie, huh

[Chorus]

Ask 'bout PR, they know where we are

I'm in London Town on the Thameslink

I love my bro like I love the bad ones

And the both of them want extensions

Cast on me like I'm Michael Jack

But I'm in a hood like V12 engines

Turned down a quarter M

Cah just like mummy, I'm real indep–

[Verse 2]

Young boy, don't ask what I'm on, bro

LTD if I tear out the envelope

She got a batty, I think she from Congo

Ain't fuckin', I'll delete the convo

JB got a bag with a long nose

Seen that boy switch and I don't mean his console

I like this shorty, we don't get along, though

Tell **** go fuck up her Monzo

Last night, had my mouth on her thong, though

Combo, drum that shit like a bongo

Two hand on her waist, a strong hold

Slight reverse and I'm backin' it pronto

OP, I weren't pullin' 'em in

And my new tings ain't too shabby, Alonso

Fine one, she don't know how the game go

Hey, ho, bet she gon' know how my song go

Yeah, look

I got somethin' for your waist, uh-huh

Face card givin' me face, uh-huh

Harlem, man hit it and shake, uh-huh (Shake, shake, shake)

Mm, uh-huh

Still got one in LA, uh-huh

Fine boy, can't cover my face, uh-huh

Badman might turn up the place, uh-huh

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Outro]

Gwaan little PR, bad from me born

Let me get on that, please, cuz

Please, cuz

That shit's hard, cuz