| That’s Chucks |
| (You know I’m him for real) |
| Yo, look |
| Two-hundred on a Richard Millie, I’m him for real |
| I know that it’s a sin to kill, but pussy is the principle |
| Forgot that I’m a criminal, just touch it, I get physical |
| To me that’s light change, to them it’s financially mythical |
| That’s why these haters miserable (Hahaha) |
| I walk into the mansion backwards, it’s traditional (Yeah) |
| Queens cook and clean, I only ask them for the minimal |
| It’s hard to copy me, I’m unpredictable |
| You know I seen the influence, these niggas unoriginal (Pussies) |
| I’m cuttin' through Vauxhall with the Urus in Corsa |
| Used to re-up seven grams, and now my whip cost a quarter (Skrrt) |
| Sex feet, I’ll put you there, I don’t care if you’re taller |
| I ain’t fightin' with you, I sit in a sauna |
| I ain’t really got no rapper friends (Rapper friends) |
| I don’t chat to them (Chat to them) |
| I’m a gangster, why am I linkin' with a bag of men? (What) |
| Send me a bag of gyal, and watch me handle them (Handle them) |
| And they like real street niggas, so don’t hang with gems |
| I got things to do today, so tell me if you’re DTF |
| Payin' cash to smash, so surely I can get some BTS |
| Playin' hard to get, I dropped a check, we call that easy sex |
| I’m flyin' private with the best, the rest of them take easyJet |
| She told me «Get me lit», before she let me hit the puss |
| Get some rubbers, get a smart-whip, get some alcohol or snus |
| And watch her (Woo, woo, woo, woo), now she ain’t stoush |
| Watch her (Woo, woo, woo, woo), now she ain’t stoush |
| Told Mr. Man to fix his face, before I fix it for him |
| Left your table 'cah you’re borin', they’re with us until the mornin' (Hahaha) |
| She caught a flight, but don’t want pipe |
| I won’t ask twice, she knows she’s weird for that |
| Waitin' ain’t gon' turn you to a wife, but she ain’t hearin' that |
| The ends split, it’s shit here, ain’t nothin' goin' on |
| I tried to cut from this dead ends, but this where I belong |
| You ain’t did nothin' for your dead friends |
| But put them in a song, you know that’s wrong |
| You can’t do that if you grew up where I’m from |
| I don’t hide, I love to fly, calm down, I’m just that guy |
| I spent sixty in Dubai, calm down, I’m just that guy |
| She said I hit it, that’s a lie, calm down, I’m just that guy |
| I’ll turn his head red, play with me and die, I’m just that guy |
| I got things to do today, so tell me if you’re DTF |
| Payin' cash to smash, so surely I can get some BTS |
| Playin' hard to get, I dropped a check, we call that easy sex |
| I’m flyin' private with the best, the rest of them take easyJet |
| She told me «Get me lit», before she let me hit the puss |
| Get some rubbers, get a smart-whip, get some alcohol or snus |
| And watch her (Woo, woo, woo, woo), now she ain’t stoush |
| Watch her (Woo, woo, woo, woo), now she ain’t stoush |