[Verse 1: Dave]
No ticks, buy now, don't pay me later
Talkin' on the 'Net, that never made me paper
She gave me the ick 'cause she reposting that other girl
And I had to tell the bitch, "She don't know who you are"
If you're looking for the kid, I'm in Streatham Vale
I hit the bitch, I didn't even kiss and still, I never tell
Rob a nigga, get the quarter back, this the NFL
She fucking with a sixteen, that's for definite
I kiss her then I, while I fuck her, I'm affectionate
Dip inside the C63 and then I shoot off
Young G's lacking motivation, need some new opps
Horny nigga probably sell your mother for some coochie
She may get the Gucci if she's looking on the [?]
Wait, she look like Karrueche, that's my type of lady though
I hit a lick, it's not cunnilingus or fellatio
The ting sings, it's Do, Re, Mi, it's yodelayheehoo
ST, South West London, they call me Santan
I flip money and money, it couldn't handstand
Me I keep family friendly, I got cash to make
I'm still rolling 'round with a weapon, straight outta anime
Could've hit several tens and I chose to masturbate
I done watched porn and got invested in the storylines
If she isn't perfect, she's deffo on the borderline
I told my girl the truth, I need some drama, I got bored of lying
When your flying private, you don't get bored of flying
She bad for me, so I ignore the signs
I knock her walls down, it's renovation, it's a floor design
The water was expensive, the fire, it was cheaper
Shorty got a nose job, now it looks like Anitta
She knows I want her, don't need her, wait
Before I have to lick her, I'ma leave her
Yardie rave, man I'm pouring liquor by the litre
Hot headed nigga get levelled with the llama
Me, I fund war like president Obama
My unborn son has got a felon for a father
Hit you in your medulla oblongata
If it isn't money, it isn't really concerning me
I done hit 'em well and though, she never really heard of me
Pretty girls settle for the Don Julio
I'm in the 1942 like I'm fighting against Germany
Wait, if I was scammin', if I was scammin'
Then the last couple of years, you woulda never heard a rap from me
I got a girl, she cook and take the rap for me
I tell her she my Queen, she my Bohemian Rhapsody
Credit card fraud and I'm dabbling in drugs too
She mistaken, she must think I'm doing Kung Fu
Roleplay, I got her dressing like she Chun Li
I don't play smash or pass, I just do both
I'm claustrophobic and these niggas getting too close
I'm in the party with some criminals and two poles
Glucose, meaning I'm the girls dem
Hahaha, it's the little things
The Glock sneeze, it got allergies, it needs Puritan
