Released: November 8, 2019
Featuring: Krept
Songwriter: Krept Dave
Producer: Ghosty (UK)
[Verse 1: Krept]
Suck your mum, foolish prick (fool)
Bust your gun, stop talking shit
If I call Akhi you'll see what a don is, Champagne Papi
Alhamdulillah, act up, get one in the car
Erm, bros on deck
Beef online, no not Krept
Ask my accountant for this year profit
Only time that I'm doing loads on net
My young niggas on smoke this season
They want more guns like Freeman
I test out the Aventador
That's a Goat in a Lamb
How can I be a vegan
[Verse 2: Dave]
How could I be a vegetarian
Still got a fish, I'm a pescatarian
She acting up, I'm airing it
Cut that baby out, caesarean
I got slim thick, tall and short tings
Fuck your tings
I got options
I ain't cuffing that girl, that's nonsense
Giving out white and blue like Tottenham
Me and bro in a buss down rental
Pissed cah the rideout unsuccessful
Had a wasted trip from Central
Should've invoiced my man for the petrol
That girl got a shape that's dreadful
Pencil, body come thin like Red Bull
My young G on a rise, Kensal
True, my little nigga outlines like stencils
[Verse 3: Krept]
Suck your mu-, no, wait, suck your dad this time
I said that shit, no cap this time
New chain cost me a flat this time
My white boy hollered me
Said his new strap's quality
Knock knock, who's there?
Sallam aki isa
Isa who? It's a robbery (bombaclart)
Bro fresh out of the cell
Might come round there as well
Look at this prick, fucking up drip, stab man out in Chanel
Little bro got a shotty in the car, word
More black dots than a password
Then he said, akh', what the bumba'?
Put the arm to your chest, like Wakanda
[Verse 4: Dave]
Look, so what are you sayin'?
I don't know about them man
But us man know not to write statements
My bro got shots for his flavours
Same way we got shots for our paigons
Young G in a new country taking over
That's colonisation
Fuck your organisation, hatin'
You must think that we're gaming
My bigger bro did him inside out
That's hand-eye coordination
That nigga there should've dropped that day
True say, the mandem did save him
Now, he wanna call out paigon
Ragin', how you gonna make that statement?
Like, how you gonna make that-
How you gonna make that work?
Back below the average, baby
How you gonna make that twerk?
Like, how you gonna make that shake?
Wait, how you gonna make that move?
If I said he's been touched, I'm lying
But it's on-sight 'til I make that true
Haters gonna hate like haters do
Them man seem fake, it's true
Boom
Shot on the spot, breaking news
If MC aims, it shoots
Paper, paper, money on your head
Put a box on a man like pay per view
Paper, paper, money on your head
Put a box on a man like pay per view
Suck your mum, foolish prick (fool)
Bust your gun, stop talking shit
If I call Akhi you'll see what a don is, Champagne Papi
Alhamdulillah, act up, get one in the car
Erm, bros on deck
Beef online, no not Krept
Ask my accountant for this year profit
Only time that I'm doing loads on net
My young niggas on smoke this season
They want more guns like Freeman
I test out the Aventador
That's a Goat in a Lamb
How can I be a vegan
[Verse 2: Dave]
How could I be a vegetarian
Still got a fish, I'm a pescatarian
She acting up, I'm airing it
Cut that baby out, caesarean
I got slim thick, tall and short tings
Fuck your tings
I got options
I ain't cuffing that girl, that's nonsense
Giving out white and blue like Tottenham
Me and bro in a buss down rental
Pissed cah the rideout unsuccessful
Had a wasted trip from Central
Should've invoiced my man for the petrol
That girl got a shape that's dreadful
Pencil, body come thin like Red Bull
My young G on a rise, Kensal
True, my little nigga outlines like stencils
[Verse 3: Krept]
Suck your mu-, no, wait, suck your dad this time
I said that shit, no cap this time
New chain cost me a flat this time
My white boy hollered me
Said his new strap's quality
Knock knock, who's there?
Sallam aki isa
Isa who? It's a robbery (bombaclart)
Bro fresh out of the cell
Might come round there as well
Look at this prick, fucking up drip, stab man out in Chanel
Little bro got a shotty in the car, word
More black dots than a password
Then he said, akh', what the bumba'?
Put the arm to your chest, like Wakanda
[Verse 4: Dave]
Look, so what are you sayin'?
I don't know about them man
But us man know not to write statements
My bro got shots for his flavours
Same way we got shots for our paigons
Young G in a new country taking over
That's colonisation
Fuck your organisation, hatin'
You must think that we're gaming
My bigger bro did him inside out
That's hand-eye coordination
That nigga there should've dropped that day
True say, the mandem did save him
Now, he wanna call out paigon
Ragin', how you gonna make that statement?
Like, how you gonna make that-
How you gonna make that work?
Back below the average, baby
How you gonna make that twerk?
Like, how you gonna make that shake?
Wait, how you gonna make that move?
If I said he's been touched, I'm lying
But it's on-sight 'til I make that true
Haters gonna hate like haters do
Them man seem fake, it's true
Boom
Shot on the spot, breaking news
If MC aims, it shoots
Paper, paper, money on your head
Put a box on a man like pay per view
Paper, paper, money on your head
Put a box on a man like pay per view