[Chorus]

One man on a glide out, that's all that I need

When I'm on a glide, won't bring my phone

Been on a hundred hot spurs

It's about time that Tottenham bought it home

Feel like a rolling sixty

When I'm rolling, the wheels are chrome

Four-door pull up, windows down

All you hear is (Bap, bap, bap)

[Verse]

Oh, my man's a badman, really?

When bine got sent with a "Yours sincerely"

Had man legging off, coming like Usain

Hopped in the ride, had to tell bro "Nearly"

They don't spin back round here

No way, they just fly past yearly

Send me the addy, I'll get there in five

Don't talk 'bout glides, you ain't passed your thеory

I told the young boy watch his tone

I won't slime out nonе of the bros for money

I'll slime anyone that don't rock with O

Top striker, go and give it to Fizz

I'm talking flizz, let me say unknown

How you gonna talk 'bout back in the day so much

When you know that you weren't involved?

Mad me, get me angry, I told you I'll slap this gladly

Fly out the backseat, feeling like Booter

Wet and spill man's strawberry daiquiri, head back nappy

What's the confusion? Blud, I just came out the Bailey

I make music, music don't make me

Real badman, I don't rock with babies

I had a baby bine and shavers shining

Online, tryna offline him, pulled up, perfect timing

They had nowhere to go so they started climbing

He saw my face that day, I just started smiling

He started running, where you going?

I'm quick, ask Tottenham Kicks if I'm lying

Played on the right wing, now it's the left wing

Joke ting, no, I just won't accept it

Through ball came from the right back

I want a tap-in, bro tried chest it

And score him a ringer

Baddies in East call me Big Pimpin Slim

I've fucked nuff gyal in a dinger

Had them singing like Bryson Tiller

Now I discussed you, called me disgusting

I'm from the streets, I don't know no better

What's in her G-spot, nothing but pressure

I know what she's on and she's on whatever

It's been some years