| If you get my number, then don’t hit me on no dumb shit
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| We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
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| I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
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| I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with
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| I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
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| And we ain’t runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
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| I smash the radio, my ragers underground
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| I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down
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| Yeah, I just heard Drake spit this flow like yesterday, it’s crazy (Drizzy)
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| Taxman on my back, he see my figures gettin' hazy
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| When I go Selfridges the gyaldem treat me, I’m Swayze
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| I walk in, tape my off shore, AP rosé goin' brazy (Bling, bow)
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| My drink is super strong, I’m blessed, I can’t be wrong (I can’t)
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| And now my niggas rap, I’m learning all their songs (That's true)
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| We got glizzy close, you think I’m lyin' too (I'm not)
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| When I’m outside, approach, my broski flying too
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| AJ Tracey’s such a dickhead, all he do is boast (Why's that?)
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| He been getting drunk like everyday, he raise a toast (Facts)
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| I just wanted selfies, but I couldn’t get in close (Why?)
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| When his niggas pull up, I swear them boys do the most
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| If you get my number, then don’t hit me on no dumb shit
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| We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
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| I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
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| I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with
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| I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
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| And we ain’t runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
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| I smash the radio, my ragers underground
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| I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down
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| The way I flex is different, I got so much confidence
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| I shot 1942 and fuck the consequence (Woo)
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| When I reach levels that I want, they’ll build me monuments
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| And don’t ask me what licks I hit, 'cause there’s no documents
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| This Balenciaga all over my cotton knit ('Lenci)
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| I don’t panic, when we hit the club we got the stick (We got it)
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| Five top tens ago my people asked me «Where's the hit?»
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| Now every quarter I drop songs that could’ve won a BRIT
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| I smell like oud, babe, you know this one’s Saudi
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| I’m in 1OAK gangin', locals know I’m clouty (Yeah)
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| I’m recession proof, I’ll run it up, so please don’t doubt me
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| Rolex said they’re getting new gems set in, so they’ll shout me
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| If you get my number, then don’t hit me on no dumb shit
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| We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
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| I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
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| I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with
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| I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
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| And we ain’t runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
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| I smash the radio, my ragers underground
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| I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down |