[Intro: Giggs]
(Jerem)
Split my ends, hahaha
[Verse 1: Giggs]
Yeah, that's how we roll
She wearin' a Rolex
Hollows movin' cold
And I'm on that grown flex
I'll bet you that they fold
These niggas made some bold threats
I'm livin' by that code
Technicoloured coat like I'm Joseph
She's in a sexy robe
She's in a sexy robe
I'm gonna get them both
Call me a dog, I go fetch
I'm gonna get them smoked
I'm gonna get them ghosted
I'm over the west coast
Machine on me looks grotesque
Right now, I'm movin' dolo
I'm kind of on my solo shit
My Mrs. just got FOMO
Booked us a quick Lake Como trip
Life ain't easy, I'm in control, though
Lengthy and I can throw that width
Tryna find your way home with Toto
I'm not The Wizard Of Oz, I smoked that witch
Back in the days when I was in PJs
Talkin' 'bout those MTV days
Back to the time of the trappin' relay
Washin' up, baggin' up that freebase
She's tryna get my details
These times, I'm tryna watch that he say, she say
Now I'm on the beach chillin' out with shorty
She orderin' some fresh ceviche
How could you stoop so low?
How could you do that madness, bro?
Ain't walkin', now I just float
God's armour, I got my back exposed
Bare mandem are at my throat
They counted me out, how mad's that, though?
When I put 'em on to game
And I've given out them access codes
Tell my girl manicure them nails and go pedicure them toes
Go get some brand-new clothes 'cause we goin' to Carbone
I got a ball of flows here, standin' in Martine Rose
They couldn't unit ten days, mandem on Walworth Road
[Chorus: Kasst 8]
Back hands on, got rid of that worker (Ah)
It's me that's rowin' this boat
No, I can't just sit back and be an observer
Naija boy, I got green and white
I was tryna wrap you on the low like burner (Burner, boy)
Punters doin' up burglar
Hit that lick and went cash converter
Said if you come with the cash, I'll (What?)
Said if you come with the cash, I'll serve you
Free bro, want smoke like Snoop
Judge gave him a bird and the case was murder (Bah, bah)
You can't tell me 'bout my ones
Can't tell me don't take it further
Pray that broski gets his appeal
'Cause the judge tried to turn him to a long-termer
Beef was fryin', he bunned that burger (Baow)
[Verse 2: Kasst 8]
But don't get shit twisted (No)
Even though that I rap, I'm still tryna trade in towns like New York Knicks did (Shh)
Still gonna put drinks on big bits and I still got no love for the piglets
And they know that I come from Toxteth, the way that I rock is a little bit different (Uh)
And there's no point tryna blend in 'cause it looks like I play for the Detroit Pistons
But from a kid, I been chasin' the bag, man picked up a box in the alley like Liston (Baow)
I been knockin' 'em out like Leon Edwards done Usman back when he kicked him (Baow)
So-called gangsters got turned victim
Now the front of the whip needs fixin'
'Cause he had a bangin' like till I ticked him
Then I clipped him, it is what it is now
Stayin' consistent, back to the biz now
I was in the system, slangin' them bits out
Now I'm on the Mway, doin' them trips now (Skrrt)
And they're on me, thinkin' I'm lit now
But I've been lit from a kid, I'm just big now
Make all the gyaldem still wanna look out
She thinks I'm gone 'cause she saw me with Giggs now
Up in the bits now, movin' diligent
Sat in the can, even though I was innocent
Bikes and pipes and henny with ice
That summertime nights got everyone billin' 'em
All of the bad ones in and out gym again
Maxi dress, see the back just jigglin'
Don't know why he try act like
Say he's a stand-up guy when he's more Mo Gilligan (Ha)
But you ain't patterned like that
Some actors, niggas ain't savage like that
What's happenin'? Man are just cappin' on tracks
Embarrassin', I ain't a fan of their raps
They're followin', but I ain't addin' 'em back
First week fresh home, I was baggin' up crack
Adapted quick and I patterned up fast
Better watch what you say when you're chattin' with Kasst
[Chorus: Kasst 8]
Back hands on, got rid of that worker (Ah)
It's me that's rowin' this boat
No, I can't just sit back and be an observer
Naija boy, I got green and white
I was tryna wrap you on the low like burner (Burner, boy)
Punters doin' up burglar
Hit that lick and went cash converter
Said if you come with the cash, I'll (What?)
Said if you come with the cash, I'll serve you
Free bro, want smoke like Snoop
Judge gave him a bird and the case was murder (Bah, bah)
You can't tell me 'bout my ones
Can't tell me don't take it further
Pray that broski gets his appeal
'Cause the judge tried to turn him to a long-termer
Beef was fryin', he bunned that burger (Baow)
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