Last Year

[Intro] Yo, it's the Bad Boy Chiller Crew Hold tight, S Dog on this one Hold tight, Klublove on production We don't know divvies 'round here, mosquito Yo, hold tight, vice in sight [Chorus] Yo, last year, she didn't wanna know But this year, she be on my phone like, "What's up handsome?" She be on my cock till I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop till I cop three Phantoms This week, hit another sold out show Last week, I was gettin' dropped and bagged up Backseat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford [Verse 1] Yo, big boy, dirt bikes, smalls gettin' ripped up Lean back, lift off, YJs pissed off Boys gon' local, shots got 'em gripped up Graft went tits up, boys got six month Yo, he didn't wanna fuck with the gang Yo, blacked-out boy jumpin' out of the van Yo, saw no shotgun, comes with a bang And you don't want war like Trump in Iran Yo, you ain't ever seen a motherfucker like this All black, tight, in my Nikes Beef kicks off, who's ridin'? Boys got you duckin' and divin' Boys gonna grip it and slide in Grip the whip, don't spin out You ain't no shit, bro, chill out Yo, BBCC next to blow These little MCs better get to know [Chorus] Yo, last year, she didn't wanna know But this year, she be on my phone like, "What's up handsome?" She be on my cock till I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop till I cop three Phantoms This week, hit another sold out show Last week, I was gettin' dropped and bagged up Backseat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Yo, last year, she didn't wanna know But this year, she be on my phone like, "What's up handsome?" She be on my cock till I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop till I cop three Phantoms This week, hit another sold out show Last week, I was gettin' dropped and bagged up Backseat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford [Verse 2] Big bat' girl, come check me (Yo) Yo, it's SD, all to the G (Yeah) Live on the track with the BBCC This year, we're takin' doors clean off Music bangs like a sawn-off Pull up in the stall in black leather gloves Don't give a toss Don't try violate man, put your daughter on a cross 'Cause I don't give a fuck who your olders was SD's, you'll go somethin' like boss I'm this time's generation Don't try takin' the piss 'cause I've got no toleration (Nah) Crops comin' down on the rotation No goin' back, no probation Feds on my case, three-day lay Now I'm locked in a station [Chorus] Yo, last year, she didn't wanna know But this year, she be on my phone like, "What's up handsome?" She be on my cock till I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop till I cop three Phantoms This week, hit another sold out show Last week, I was gettin' dropped and bagged up Backseat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Yo, last year, she didn't wanna know But this year, she be on my phone like, "What's up handsome?" She be on my cock till I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop till I cop three Phantoms This week, hit another sold out show Last week, I was gettin' dropped and bagged up Backseat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford [Verse 3] Cream of the crop, double G's on my top I'ma live life fast, I can sleep when I drop Full team's tight like peas in a pod And my tunes rub hot like fiends in a spark Bradford crew inside the venue Mic, check one, check two Shots at the bar, it's time to go daft Jump in the car and hope we don't crash I've got girls on Facebook, girls on Snapchat I don't want a wife when I just wanna stack cash Boys go local and guns go tac-tac Come blacked-out like Batman, ayy Got a big team from the Notty lads Whip cost about forty bags GK, I'm not fuckin' about Pass me the mic, and we're shuttin' it down [Chorus] Yo, last year, she didn't wanna know But this year, she be on my phone like, "What's up handsome?" She be on my cock till I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop till I cop three Phantoms This week, hit another sold out show Last week, I was gettin' dropped and bagged up Backseat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford Yo, last year, she didn't wanna know But this year, she be on my phone like, "What's up handsome?" She be on my cock till I stop these anthems I ain't gonna stop till I cop three Phantoms This week, hit another sold out show Last week, I was gettin' dropped and bagged up Backseat, I was tryna pop these handcuffs Full team from a little town called Bradford