That’s Silly

[Intro]

(Hazey, baby, hahahahaha)

Uh

[Verse]

I'm in top taste, para 'cause this shop's bait

Always got my lock blade

Where you from? Don't watch face

Still on the block, ayy

Countin' up these rocks

I need a watch, that when I look at it, all I see is rocks, ayy

"Known gang member," erm, bro, that's what the cops say

I been layin' low tryna stay up out the cops way

A nigga said he's got bangin' buj' for the low

But, it's a, "No" from me 'cause he uses too much Bosch, ayy

I ain't on this fightin' thing, I'd rather do the knifin' thing

Jung ain't on this knifin' thing, he's out here tryna fry some wigs

Nitty at the stove whippin' snow, he ain't fryin' eggs

Peng food, why you think the kittens keep on dialin' in?

I love my niggas, the same way Frankie loves Billy

Got a couple shots, so I'll be back in a jiffy

Big bro said hе's got a date, I gave him my thingy

Don't lack just to take a bitch Akasan, that's silly

Don't act likе my niggas ain't puttin' work on many

Fuck YouTube, I'ma put my opps on the telly

This pretty little thing wanna fuck me and my bro

Do your ting babygirl, just don't get make-up on my Fendi

Check this, mummy told me never put my hand on women, that's a myth

When the niggas I've got beef with are some bitches

I'm from Stamford Hill, you know, couple trappers, couple drillers

Next time we catch an opp, he gon' need more than couple stitches

In the trap runnin' laps 'cause I need more than couple figures

Niggas say I can rap, I should try make a killin'

Keyz got two sticks on him, Mercedes, tip-tronic

Didn't rate me in college, now, she on my dick hoppin'

I can get a strip poppin', I can see the Lizz lockin'

I can see your bitch droppin' to her kneews to give toppy

Yardie never used to trap, he's in the club, wrist-watchin'

Pop a wrist watch, then go sell it for some quick profit

In the T 'cause my stack needs to hit the ceilin'

If I get my chingin' on, I don't need a reason

Runnin' 'round late night doin' misdemeanours

Stabbed a nigga broad day, now he's in his feelings

And I'd be lyin' if I said that I didn't mean it

Civilians really saw me, but I didn't deep it

This mixtape's just for everyone to know I'm hard

Don't care 'bout bein' in the charts, but if I am, I'm thankful, darg

I'm tryna make history, Rosa Parks

Bitch thinks I'm her counselor, always tryna have a heart-to-heart

Her ex was a bum nigga

Why's she on the internet talkin' 'bout she's only datin' niggas with the fastest cars

That's silly

Head to toe, yo, I'm drippy

Got a pole and a flicky on me at the same time

If I see a foe, he's written

Love my phone and my kittens

I was broke before I met them

Me and bro runnin' jokes on them niggas 'cause we cheffed them

[Chorus]

From North but I'm in West-end

Harrods may be nickles, Off-White

Only done a cheffin' once, but that was tripled

Real rap, not a riddle

Treat the wap like a whistle

I'm a trap boy, and a finesser, not a jinlez

From North but I'm in West-end

Harrods may be nickles, Off-White

Only done a cheffin' once, but that was tripled

Real rap, not a riddle

Treat the wap like a whistle

I'm a trap boy, and a finesser, not a jinlez