Verdansk

Just had to kick a chick out of the studio fam shit's nuts fam Hahahaha Nah like in Kyle's words fam The truth is madder than fiction fam It's nuts out here Oi ayy write that shit down Look I see a ting that I touched tell me about talkin' stage Gotta tell her "Don't force it" Beef man pepper and salt it Me and RJ gotta pull up no talkin' Trap you ain't got a rack to your name my bro Brick Lane We don't know about Shoreditch Rental I never insured it M25 gotta whip that calmly Man try beef with my dargy Warzone ting how I come third party My little nigga can't lose that cash I drop YGs do it like Kehlani I don't rock Gucci or Armani ST from ST I can't Squash that beef like fruit and barley Still got a one black star like Kwame Three car convoy in Sutton My mum got matching whips with Yungen Should've made Shanei hold on suttin' But it never would've worked 'cause the girl too stubborn Young G's talking my name on the Ends Gotta tell a man "Please don't risk it" On a right day man ah just frisk him On a wrong day I'm gettin' man airlifted I'm in Hollywood Hills with a white Rolls Royce And a one brownin' from Compton The Lambo parked just in front Man pull up to the bumper and do it like Konshens She wanna go LV no problem Went for the cheapest bag that's nonsense I took a hundred bags from Barclays bank No cap you can go and ask Ellie That one mine Bouncing Betty The bag 4K like a HD telly Best believe that I'm back like Nelly Chest petite with a back like jelly I'm seein' man send indirects If you wanna war man then you better be vocal My right hand got a semi that's local And this Browning I can't post on socials My girl gotta be far from social I don't wanna see her at Carni Four-double-eight in the party LBC how I nicked the Ferrari Girls say we're the littiest batch in South London and Bro it's a fact Airport we're going for bants I hopped out the plane I ain't going Verdansk What you know about telling a 10/10 To keep her clothes on and moving good I ain't on beating or misogyny It's mahogany I got bougie wood Look Airbnb with the guys It's a white man's face that I use to book Chill with the stupid looks Or it's gonna be a kettle that I use to cook I see a ting that I touched tell me about talkin' stage Gotta tell her "Don't force it" Beef man pepper and salt it Me and RJ gotta pull up no talkin' Trap you ain't got a rack to your name my bro Brick Lane We don't know about Shoreditch Rental I never insured it M25 gotta whip that calmly Man try beef with my dargy Warzone ting how I come third party My little nigga can't lose that cash I drop YGs do it like Kehlani I don't rock Gucci or Armani ST from ST I can't Squash that beef like fruit and barley Still got a one black star like