Happy Hour
Yo, who's this?
Who?
Where'd you get the number from?
Okay, okay, okay
Head towards the cinema
Gimme like twenty minutes, i'll be in town
Look
Told the cat to describe them trappers he
Linked, he said they look just like me (mm-mm)
The world cup final, '018 (i was trappin')
A man knock off field with fiends
No paragraph, just text i'm on
Mum always said i weren't good with words (ring, ring, ring)
Cheffing in town
This time i'm bound for a strippy search (you know)
There's no point tryna build up spot (uh-uh)
Me and a lot (a lot)
Used to do the bad boy ting
Get the fuck outta town, boy, you must be lost (baow, baow, baow)
Right leg shaking as i got sentenced
Appeared in court through video link (i was shaking)
Man try say that i'm hollywood now but
Still at amy's doin' my thing (still out here)
Licked out my pack on the detox wing (ayy)
The whole house block filled with smackheads
See me in public, act like strangers (we do)
Yeah, my kitkats know the pattern (the pattern)
Tell the feds "nobody got"
These fiends wanna bake and chill with the guys (they love it)
Even my jacket smells like light, got nittys askin' me if i'm live
I can't lie, my competition is week
These niggas ain't active more than a week (woi, woi)
Last worker packed his things and cut (woi, woi)
From the bando, got too much
Spend a night in the nick, next day came back (came back)
Feds know i don't give a dash (i don't)
Back then, i was movin' scatty as fuck
Even slept in a sleepin' bag (true, true)
Saw one of my cats in jail, said "i love seeing you" boy smashed it
Hb on the table, my cody's mum used to help us tag it
I could be five or ten but that all depends on traffic
I was surprised when they called for dark (i was)
They picked up a bit of a habit
Go walk around town, we got bissheads fallin' asleep while standing
Lv, still with my ting, she arab
Private room, start showing us handbags
On the a12, 'bout to shut down ippy
Tell them "hang by the football stadium"
He said gear is shit
No problems with me, my ting is amazing (bellissimo)
As soon as i step off the train (i'm live)
I got bissheads yellin' my name
Operate even though this town is hot (woi, woi)
I got grey dons hittin' my shots
Rah, how the locals love me
Even the punters call me "cuzzy" (they do)
Blue diamonds and i got gold
Yeah, my mouthpiece look like a slushie (bling)
As soon as i step off the train (i'm live)
I got bissheads yellin' my name
Operate even though this town is hot (woi, woi)
I got grey dons hittin' my shots
Rah, how the locals love me
Even the punters call me "cuzzy" (they do)
Blue diamonds and i got gold
Yeah, my mouthpiece look like a slushie (bling)
There's no way i could blend in town
When the old bill know i'm a bando baby
Usually they sit on the bench
Let 'em come to the door if i'm feelin' lazy (what you want?)
Got a dozen bissheads stood at the back of
Londis waiting for happy hour (trap, trap, trap)
Same way that i bash out
Kicked out my man's in the shower (who's coming?)
Just stepped in selfridges
They're playin' a tune with me and fredo (ayy)
I was front page of the daily echo (ayy
Ayy), found fourteen hundred pebbles (woi, woi)
Fell in love with glizzys, can't lie, that was my favourite wap
Cover his head with a plastic bag,
Get put in the boot, you're coming with man
As soon as i step off the train (i'm live)
I got bissheads yellin' my name
Operate even though this town is hot (woi, woi)
I got grey dons hittin' my shots
Rah, how the locals love me
Even the punters call me "cuzzy" (they do)
Blue diamonds and i got gold
Yeah, my mouthpiece look like a slushie (bling)
As soon as i step off the train (i'm live)
I got bissheads yellin' my name
Operate even though this town is hot (woi, woi)
I got grey dons hittin' my shots
Rah, how the locals love me
Even the punters call me "cuzzy" (they do)
Blue diamonds and i got gold
Yeah, my mouthpiece look like a slushie (bling)
Yo, my bro, what did you say you want again?
Aight, cool, my man's headin' there now
'Member it's happy hour, i got you
Who?
Where'd you get the number from?
Okay, okay, okay
Head towards the cinema
Gimme like twenty minutes, i'll be in town
Look
Told the cat to describe them trappers he
Linked, he said they look just like me (mm-mm)
The world cup final, '018 (i was trappin')
A man knock off field with fiends
No paragraph, just text i'm on
Mum always said i weren't good with words (ring, ring, ring)
Cheffing in town
This time i'm bound for a strippy search (you know)
There's no point tryna build up spot (uh-uh)
Me and a lot (a lot)
Used to do the bad boy ting
Get the fuck outta town, boy, you must be lost (baow, baow, baow)
Right leg shaking as i got sentenced
Appeared in court through video link (i was shaking)
Man try say that i'm hollywood now but
Still at amy's doin' my thing (still out here)
Licked out my pack on the detox wing (ayy)
The whole house block filled with smackheads
See me in public, act like strangers (we do)
Yeah, my kitkats know the pattern (the pattern)
Tell the feds "nobody got"
These fiends wanna bake and chill with the guys (they love it)
Even my jacket smells like light, got nittys askin' me if i'm live
I can't lie, my competition is week
These niggas ain't active more than a week (woi, woi)
Last worker packed his things and cut (woi, woi)
From the bando, got too much
Spend a night in the nick, next day came back (came back)
Feds know i don't give a dash (i don't)
Back then, i was movin' scatty as fuck
Even slept in a sleepin' bag (true, true)
Saw one of my cats in jail, said "i love seeing you" boy smashed it
Hb on the table, my cody's mum used to help us tag it
I could be five or ten but that all depends on traffic
I was surprised when they called for dark (i was)
They picked up a bit of a habit
Go walk around town, we got bissheads fallin' asleep while standing
Lv, still with my ting, she arab
Private room, start showing us handbags
On the a12, 'bout to shut down ippy
Tell them "hang by the football stadium"
He said gear is shit
No problems with me, my ting is amazing (bellissimo)
As soon as i step off the train (i'm live)
I got bissheads yellin' my name
Operate even though this town is hot (woi, woi)
I got grey dons hittin' my shots
Rah, how the locals love me
Even the punters call me "cuzzy" (they do)
Blue diamonds and i got gold
Yeah, my mouthpiece look like a slushie (bling)
As soon as i step off the train (i'm live)
I got bissheads yellin' my name
Operate even though this town is hot (woi, woi)
I got grey dons hittin' my shots
Rah, how the locals love me
Even the punters call me "cuzzy" (they do)
Blue diamonds and i got gold
Yeah, my mouthpiece look like a slushie (bling)
There's no way i could blend in town
When the old bill know i'm a bando baby
Usually they sit on the bench
Let 'em come to the door if i'm feelin' lazy (what you want?)
Got a dozen bissheads stood at the back of
Londis waiting for happy hour (trap, trap, trap)
Same way that i bash out
Kicked out my man's in the shower (who's coming?)
Just stepped in selfridges
They're playin' a tune with me and fredo (ayy)
I was front page of the daily echo (ayy
Ayy), found fourteen hundred pebbles (woi, woi)
Fell in love with glizzys, can't lie, that was my favourite wap
Cover his head with a plastic bag,
Get put in the boot, you're coming with man
As soon as i step off the train (i'm live)
I got bissheads yellin' my name
Operate even though this town is hot (woi, woi)
I got grey dons hittin' my shots
Rah, how the locals love me
Even the punters call me "cuzzy" (they do)
Blue diamonds and i got gold
Yeah, my mouthpiece look like a slushie (bling)
As soon as i step off the train (i'm live)
I got bissheads yellin' my name
Operate even though this town is hot (woi, woi)
I got grey dons hittin' my shots
Rah, how the locals love me
Even the punters call me "cuzzy" (they do)
Blue diamonds and i got gold
Yeah, my mouthpiece look like a slushie (bling)
Yo, my bro, what did you say you want again?
Aight, cool, my man's headin' there now
'Member it's happy hour, i got you
Credits
Writer(s): Rhys Harley, Theo Beckford, Kieran Hardwick
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