[Verse 1]
(Lesh, yo) I got set up, it was a setback
Now they gon be waiting for my get back
Step back
You bring stress like my ex gyal
You can relate but then you can’t
Like a stepdad
I’m too extra, doesn’t matter the gender
Spin a gyal quick then put her back in the blender
Bra don’t fit, they should’ve shopped at Lasenza
My money legit, you’ll need some cash for the vendor
Stay in your place like a hand in a cast
Cause you don’t want the smoke with me like a packet of fags
I know they shook, I make them fidget
They got ants in their pants
My bars will pivot and hit ya just like a panic attack
You in the back of the club? I’m in the back of the back
And she just mad cause I’m bad
And that her man is attached
I send more shots than the weed man at the back of the flats
You gon need all the faith in the world like a candle lit mass
[Chorus]
I know you bite my style
Said I know you bite my style
Been doing this here for a while
So stop watching my profile
I know you bite my style
I know you bite my style
Stop watching my profile
The opps watching my profile
[Bridge]
Get em Lesh, you better get em Lesh
You better get em Lesh, you better get em Lesh
You better get em Lesh, you better get em Lesh
You better get em Lesh, you better get em Lesh
[Verse 2]
Ayo, Big Man, stop the small talk
I’m on a thousand tryna get more than 4 noughts
Got man in Wardour all the way to Wallsall
Ya girl’s been hammered so much, I bet her wall’s sore
Oh Lord, sugar, sugar, him want some loving
Ya heard of Chris Tuckher? Well I’m Criss tuck him
Now you talk a bit funny
Like ya born up in Dudley
Cause da punchline’s left ya big jaw looking crooked
U nuh seh mi gully
Why they got it in for me?
Affi I do em like Sully
(Don’t beg, disgusting)
Got me where I weren’t looking
Wanna do me like Sully
They’re be all left in misery
She’s a state, call her Missouri
Baby girl, please don’t give me more reason
Your little friends gassed you up like “This is your season”
Had to suit up, I had to go to court recent
I beat the odds, I beat the case, I beat the policing
[Chorus]
I know you bite my style
Said I know you bite my style
Been doing this here for a while
So stop watching my profile
I know you bite my style
I know you bite my style
Stop watching my profile
The opps watching my profile
[Bridge]
Get em Lesh, you better get em Lesh
You better get em Lesh, you better get em Lesh
You better get em Lesh, you better get em Lesh
You better get em Lesh, you better get em Lesh
[Verse 3]
One call I can get my back stroked
Ya girl gets her back broke like a Nacho, Taco
Hot gyal come like I’m Tabasco, Rascal
Half these splitters ain’t got a backbone
Hats low, I’ve been moving nuts I got pistachios
I don’t have to rap
I let the cash flow and bank notes
Astro, Mad Mode, you gon need a passcode
I cause a fiasco, so it’s a Castastro
Phe, put em to sleep
Fatigue, they feeling weak
Defeat, them gyal ah Pree
Critique, and I’m pretty petite
Look like a Reese’s piece, they cannot beat the queen
And talk is cheap
It’s cheap
I’m gonna need receipts
Like *cough, cough* cough it up
Look nuh? Optical
Huh what? Not enough
Tried to knock me down but I am not no Domino
Hut-hut, on the run
Dot-dot, money come
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