Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Locals, local
Aye
Fuck chill, UK rap
I'm trying to go clear like Rita Ora
These man gotta pattern themselves
Still begging for nyash off someone's daughter
I feel like Damien Duff
I'm way too niche for a top class baller
I came up off BBM, pin skins, and Vauxhall Corsas
Now we say Max 1s and rave
I'm running this shit like Reggie Kray
Just me and my dogs that growl all day
Suited and booted, Michael Caine
I've been on my dean like Cassius Clay
Footwork turn next level
Ain't talking tea when I say kettle
On a man new age like Gary Neville
Yeah, Barlow too
Fans in Texas, Bordeaux too
Couldn't be like me if you thought it through
I'm doing the things that geezers do
Yeah, out here with the sharks
I'm in too deep, Blink-182
If I were you, I would hate me too
Hold that thought while I blow my zoot
Fuck chill UK rap
I'm tryna go clear, Victoria Beckham
She's young, rich and obsessive
I'm a degenerate just like Ellen
I pop off like Smith & Wesson
He's acting dumb so I taught him a lesson
I'm number one
Should wear the same shirt that Chelsea are checking
I got eyes on me
Prada London come like fillers
That girl put her thighs on me, and
Her waist come tiny like Hezbollah
I can't do shit that I woulda
I'm more of a do it and get it done
She got more in her nose than boogers
If you're moving stiff, know that can't run
Run me that rizzle up, bro
I beg you swing me that chip too
Me and you are different though
We'll bar, no bite, he come like a chipped tooth
South France, merci beaucoup
I'm wasting time and euros too
Veg on me, and I don't mean food
Doing the things that geezers do
I said, fuck chill UK rap
I'm tryna go clear like Rita Ora
These man gotta pattern themselves
Still begging for nyash off someone's daughter
I feel like Damien Duff
I'm way too niche for a top class baller
Came up off BBM, pin skins, and Vauxhall Corsas