[Intro]

(KP Beatz)

[Verse 1]

Put money on your hat, you niggas cappers

Your rappers favourite rapper, of course we've made trappers

You ain’t never did no dirt, you and your boys facades

Got no degree but got a masters with a fork n' carbs

So much work up in the house, I'm feelin’ awkward

Crop dryin', leaves on the floor, it's like autumn

Fixed more bottoms than BBL's

Still fuck my Opps, hate niggas more than EDL

LV stitchin', rockin' Richard, I'm money mitchin'

Views crazy, see Manchester from the pent I live in

Never finished school, the teachers called us fools

300k in jewels, this icе keeps me cool

Need three M’s like Eminem

Diamonds on mе, water baby, settin’ trend

Sent ten NSG, there's still seven men

[?] Glock on the side, n’ I ain't Eminem

Made my name shootin' people, I was lively

Ex try move n' I ain’t met nobody like me

Love the D, [?] fit em like a tight tee

What you smokin' on ain't loud bro, it's [?]

Loads of Pyrex stories when the soft sinks

Makin' money off of boxes like Don King

Talk so much shit, I need a soft mint

Still pretend I'm not a driller to my posh ting

Don't ever call her back, I'm in her bad books

Neck, chest and up, that's your donny in a Backwood

Car shoppin', might go and get a Lamborghini

Keep talkin' wass, might fly your babe to Santorini

Scared to bring me home to mum cause' I'm a bad boy

I flew cunch with a pack, I never had choice

Remember I was down to my last coins

Now it's four litre, drinkin' like Gascoigne

For my half M anniversary I bought a anniversary ST from slash town, I'm hella certi

My bro tired of trident, now it's crypto binance

Plug love me like a son, it's thirty squares on finance

Are they mad at you or hatin'? Maddest yute

Had to leave some behind, that's what I had to do

Buj up in a ten ton stank out the room

Had me sneezin' like I had the Flu

Prolly' put me in Guantanamo Bay if they see my artillery

So much drip on, it's slippery

Even my pagans are feelin' me

Got three man down, same wap, it's a trilogy

Addicted to rubber bands, it's sad, I need therapy

In a SVR, not your dads Cherokee

I used to have a broken window in my Renault

Now the cocaine from the same place as Canelo

Streets keep callin' me back, I couldn't let go

My skins packed g, I've been washin' off in petrol

No white flag and still callin' me a Johnston

Still had work on the strip when I was jobless

Imagine me at seventeen, problems

Chef, I cook it anywhere, campfire, hobblers

Told her bend it over, needs to arch it

Still circle two times when I park it

Head and wap out the window like I'm car sick

Never froze on a glide like bunny rabbit and [?]