Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let's start it off like this, nice and easy

Confer with the linguo

Weed smoke, but don't open the window

Light up, man's smokin' the Indo

Click-clack, door open and bingo

Two straps, named Jimbo and Ringo

Pink top, I stepped out in flamingo

Big boss, I stepped out with a bimbo

And I hate to lose, but feels nice when you win though

I clocked the damage

English boy just came through, nigga, what's the panic?

Clocked the "what the fuck"s and nigga clocked the "dammit!"s

Fuck that geezer, fuck that game and fuck that marriage

Man's just cheeky, man's just neeky, plus embarrassed

Why's he even speaking or discussing talent?

Man can't even breathe in his disgusting palace

Man can't even leave when niggas buck that ballad

Better aim for respect, cuz

Aim for the cheque, blud, better aim for the neck, cuz

Just take out a next yout, then take out a next one

Eat up a man's food, then eat up a next one

Lost the strap? Then take up a next gun

You're about as fake as the next yout, and he's as fake as the next one

I just switched that whip, I gotta bait up a next one

I just make me a hit, and make up a next one

I clocked the damage

English boy just came through, nigga shocked the planet

What you talkin' about?

Trust me

Oh, they thought it was just me?

We got bare shit over there, man, you get me?

Tell my man come off the road

Go get a job and salary

Them man sell Diet Coke

That food's got zero calories

Them jewels look jiggerdy-jaggerdy

That diamond's got zero clarity

I don't wanna get pissed off

See a man lift off, that's zero gravity

Anyway, actually

Who's that girl with her back to me?

I was gonna move to her then, but I left it

Let the convo come naturally

Then, man ah just run that casually

Big cougar ting on all fours

Man, it feels like I've got a tiger tryna tackle me

She said: "you're a little cub, don't fight it"

Fam, I could've lost my vision

Ask Hus, the punder was blindin'

Now a lot of man are talking violent

Everybody's been out here ridin'

But manna just call them Simba

Dem man are just kings of lying

Dem man are just lyin' kings

They ain't coppin' no diamond rings

And fuck your Swarovski crystals

They ain't putting no white in cling

They ain't givin' out light and dark, or dark or light, or either thing

Your Mr. still pickin' up Qs

M-R, that's a minor risk

Remember when man came through

Not one of them girls were flirtin'

'Til Jus pulled up in a Jurgen Klopp BM

That's an angry German

Man are not bad in person

I'm with guys that are ridin' solo

That'll do it like Ralph Lauren

That's one long stick and a blacked out polo

Two brownin's wanna come to the Vale

Like "David, when you gonna send that postcode?"

Tell her meet me at the station, no location, everyting local

25 minutes on tube, everyting cool, everyting sorted

And the girl that I linked was peng

But her friend ain't nice so everyting awkward