2 Summers

[Intro] (Ayo, Trinz) [Verse] I just missed two summers, like bro, what a bummer I missed Wireless and Glastonbury twice, got me fuckin' up butter Flexin' with the redbones like my name's Donny Glover I know my dad couldn't stand me Was it 'cause I act like him or 'cause I look like my mother? Huh I know them yutes and he got done with my cutter, huh I know that shawty and she's probably a stunner I got high and I DM'd Ice Spice, huh Like, grrah, God loves a try I got women that I like that'll never be wife You like them lamе ass yutes, I was never your typе Two fours banged up, vybzin' to Mnelia Can't lie, she the goat, kinda made my time easier Fly my young ting to Dubai, milf ting to Ibiza I was so popped down, I'm puttin' food on the heater And see mum tried I used to go sneak school at lunch time I was seventeen with a dumb line Age twenty-one, goin' mad with three cunch lines and a rap career And if they did it in London, they would've—, huh They would've hit me with a racketeer Shorties love me, they love the way I'm so debonair Got an alter ego, how Beyoncé got Sasha Fierce How, how Beyoncé got— I Kwengessy in the DMs, not the sober me If I weren't lit right now, would you indulge in me? Who'm I kiddin', man? You'll still be engulfin' me And to be honest, see, I kinda like the older me I'm too old to have my iPhone and my TV taken Work hard whilst these niggas get so complacent To a nigga like me, just overtakes 'em I ain't got beef with the opps, we just wake and bake 'em Wave and shave 'em Really tryna red-tape it See my guys outside tryna wave and grave it See, I went for a nickin' Governor said she a fan of the song with Chase & Status Like bitches small waist, high maintenance She in love with my swag, love my gangster cadence Slap back and reflected, this shit took patience Bang, bang even though I'm famous I know my opps know it's spank cah we gave 'em the belt G13 in my lungs kinda fucks with my health My young ting too selfish, want me to herself See, she just like me, she love ridin' as well And see when man do the cha-cha, aim at your mata Bullets go glah-glah Back to the block, I feel like Nelson, haha Beatin' a paigon, now I'm screamin' out "Bap-bap" Screamin' out— I'm on the phone to my bro Said, "Even though I'm with all of the mandem, I still be feelin' alone" I got my mother on the phone She's forty-nine and her biggest fear yet is bein' fifty and all alone I don't know, I don't know And why we all self-destruct? Like, oh my God, what happened to Sean Combs? Like, honestly, bro I'm goin' Kanye crazy, I want all my black babies in ever-rose Sometimes I wanna bench-press Lizzo or Nella Rose My bro's tellin' me that's that little man syndrome If she got the biggest back, I'm involved If bro's got the biggest wap, then let's go Look, I don't wanna play, though I just wanna make dough My heart's stone-cold, but that booty feel like Play-Doh Sent from up above like, I can see your halo Can I trust you? Or playin' both sides like Kato? I spit bars, I talk pain, reopenin' my scars Mix Cherry B with Hennessy while I'm thinkin' 'bout my past All the treachery, jealousy, drop it from your heart And fuck them fake friends and see who had you from the start Look, I just got in trouble, now I'm hittin' up Guvan Vietnarm, baby, this ain't nothin' like Wu-Tang Hundred days in the seg' kinda made me a new man I swear my skin itches when I think about blue mats Look, I was on their block tryna slide with a pumpy My older cousin's friends rushed me and my old friends judged me I brought my block alive, now everyone loves me I'm from a fake arse strip, can't lie, man, it bugs me I was eatin' breakfast packs, now I'm eatin' sashimi I was sippin' tap water now I'm sippin' on Fiji Kwengface from the V, everybody wan' be me But not everybody could be me Look, he ain't from Peckham, he's from old Kent road or Bermondsey I just got it poppin', now my rambo knife is burgundy I just warmed him up, and then I hit him with a third degree Designer kits from Italy, Luger 9's from Germany Hollow tips cook him like some chicken wings at Nando's It's mad bro, I just turned your girl's house to a bando See, I drill yutes, still tryna go spill juice like I'm Pasco I was paned up for two years, eatin' that mackerel