Last Night In Paris

[Intro]

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[Verse]

My label want them club hits, this that CLA flow

On her fours or her pretty face is where my DNA goes

Put a witness in danger and that's another case closed

T got .44 and G19s for sale, I take both

I ain't ever been taped before

But go and ask the guys if I ever tape roads

I bet you they don't say, "No"

Used to hustle in the same clothes, now I hit up stage shows

Said she preferred me way before the fame, without the cane rolls

But fuck all that

If I can't see them when I spin their block, on God, I'll double back

If my youngin got his name on him, then that's a double mash

Ivy Asia don't make sense, if my shooter ain't comin' with a nine, then, baby girl, to me, that's soundin' like a lack

And if it's war, say nothin', I got several burner links on tap

I don't wish death, but my advance is contributing to a pack

If we're talkin' drill, Stamford Hill, then I deserve a plaque

You got scored on and ain't scored back, stop tip-toein' in your raps

Reminiscin' 'bout them days, putting cling on crack

Stickin' to the code, I can't fold and then become a rat

I feel sorry for the paigons in probation, don't put dims on tag

Ain't gotta send out hits, he'll put his mindy in your single plaque

She style on ITV, bet I still fuck her and no strings attached

Can't fumble, VV stones don't make it hard for me to kindle back

Chest and back, before my blue tick, I really been on that

Gallery Dept. flares on my tops, Gallery to match

Ask what CLA's like on a glide, they'll say I'm slightly savage

Every week, I'm slidin' Harrod's

Every other, slidin' Hatton

Not sayin' I'm that guy, but I clearly got the pattern

Like, just me and two bad bitches in my hotel room last night in Paris

My opps spend too much time on chattin'

Probably ain't seen a five from trappin'

I've scored the most the goals 'round here, so they should call me Erling Haaland

Fake love, I refuse to fathom

Big drip, I got all the fashion

She can get some Bottega if she's willin' to lock down these hammers

I miss doin' them six-for-forties

Not sayin' I call shots, but when it's that time, all them hitters call me

'Cah I got them spinners, forties

Diamonds turn these women naughty

And niggas close to home salty

That's why I'm coppin' straps and jewels so if you jealous, we can sort it

I'm tight with couple kidnappers, drug dealers, and murderers

My ting from Germany got an ego 'cause she the curviest

Get a drop where an opp lives and we pullin' up the certiest

Tell your mum it's just the guys that you got beef with, not the burglars