LYRIC

[Intro: Chip] Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Adz] Heard the devil a, liar, pull up in Prada (Skrrt)
Spliff in my mouth, dreads on my head, live like a Rasta (Bumba’)
Stick in my hand, bang on the drum, live like a rockstar (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow)
At the traffic light tryna see which car go faster (Skrrt)

[Verse 2: Skepta] I got the Wraith, I do not whip an Impala, oh (No)
I make a mill', phone, SIM and a charger
Stupid boy, go sit in the corner
Lower your tone, have some manners when you're speaking to the father
My YG split your wig like a barber
One phone call, then you're dead by mañana

[Verse 3: Chip] Insomnia 2, dick in the throat, it's seven A.M (Oh Gard)
I guess she got insomnia too
Don't need a pot, whip an M in the booth
If I'm in the stu' with Skeppy and A
There could be a (censored) in the room (Boaw)
Sippin' this Wray’, cause A buss case
My niggas stick to the truth

[Verse 4: Young Adz] I'm in the Moncler store
Can I get the jacket with the fur please?
If I am sittin' in jail, then I am tellin' them load up the servery
Strap on me, fashion week in my new Burberry
Givenchy, got racks on me
And I came up from the fuckin' dirt

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