Lyrics No Favours - Am

No Favours

When my new ting see me, it’s on sight
Cah my ex on my back like Off-White
Should’ve dashed her long time
But I got trees in her house like bonzai
Can’t G check me, I’m the wrong guy
Bro done cheff my man in the wrong eye
When the corn and your head back combine
See hella big bits, no consign
Don’t get-got tryna prove you’re bad
I got three plus four in the Gucci bag
The pussy hid and tried to say that he don’t see gang
But he ain’t legally blind, he’s a goofy man
Ay-ay-ay-ay
Had me lookin' in the shops, where’s Dukie at?
Ay-ay-ay-ay
And you should never trust me, I’m a booky lad
The opps ain’t allowed no friends
You might as well bang if you chill with them
They left you twice and you’re still with them (How?)
They’ve done it before, they’ll do it again (They will)
You already know my angle (You know)
Fully auto, no manual
Yard man ting, I can do it in sandals (Sandals)
Bad B blowin' my candles (Whoosh)
Over here we don’t do no favours (No)
Them man keep givin' us flavours (Why?)
Like, what are you smokin'?
(Like what?)
Cah the Bis pack smellin' outrageous (Bomboclaat)
Like, what do I call it?
Cah the new pack’s lookin' all nameless (Dudu-du)
Let me step 'round there with the stainless (Dudu-du)
Take smiles off everyone’s faces (Bow, bow)
How the opps still preein' my picture?
Mister, go keep an eye on your sister
When I back rum to the face, no mixer
Two skengs up tryna put him in rizla
On sight if I see me a paigon
I’ll blood your clart like Jamaicans
Dot-dot make him curl up like (Quavers)
(Dot-dot make him curl up like Quavers)
And I’m sure the hand ting weren’t stainless
Brand new shave to your head weren’t tapered
These shots never came with chasers
Tryna get burst, do I have any takers?
In a 4×4 with the mandem
Funny how the corn went yellow like Lakers
And each time that your friend got abandoned
He got dipped like he never had papers
Are you sure that you’re meant for this?
I don’t know why the dot’s so sensitive
Slap man and he spazzed like exorcist
No ecstasy when I pop this prick
If a man didn’t act so booky
Could’ve made racks in the trap with Lucy
Mash work on your face like Avon
With a hammer like Chris and Snoopy
Over here we don’t do no favours (No)
Them man keep givin' us flavours (Why?)
Like, what are you smokin'?
(Like what?)
Cah the Bis pack smellin' outrageous (Bomboclaat)
Like, what do I call it?
Cah the new pack’s lookin' all nameless (Dudu-du)
Let me step 'round there with the stainless (Dudu-du)
Take smiles off everyone’s faces (Bow, bow)
I was in the cut like barber (Barber)
Rambo lookin' all marga (Marga)
One to the chest, that’s karma
I ain’t tryna rip jeans like Zara (No)
Really up front like Zaha (Like Zaha)
Gunshot for an informer (Dudu)
Deadting, lemme give her some water (Bow, bow)
Lookin' all thirsty, I don’t want nada