GSD

Yo, slammed out the SVR, it look like Hulk or sutting
Spent this money to live comfortably, I don't stunt for nothing
Culli cost a quarter, couldn't insure it 'cause I'm young and bussing
Keys for all the cribs but for the Urus, I just push the button (woo)
Little pussy said he looked for me, he must be bluffing
Me, I'm from the M, a couple cut-ins and some guns are busting
Half a ticket for a crib I don't live in, I just come to fuck in
Double for my mumcy, hundred thousand, boy, that's under budget

In Newton Heath for couple Z's, we're about to hit the M-way
Took the roof up off the Bentley 'cause I need some headspace
But fuck a coupe unless it's Keegs, me, I fuck with Bentaygs
40 thousand feet up on a jet plane, I can't hear what them say
(Hahaha) still breezin' through on Moston Lane
Rollie cost a box of caine, me and you are not the same, yeah
Need that prezy with the chocolate face, yeah
Never had no enemies, hit fame now I got opps for days, yeah

No talking, I'm like Stormzy's mate
Stalking when she saw the cake
Rollie cost a quarter Wraith, yeah
Walk with me through all the pain
Pull up, blowing ganja, screaming "Sorry if I'm sort of late"
Get the bag, put half away, and then we go again
Tell a rapper, "Test me, you won't have a show again"
Woke up feeling kosher, hit the roads and go and blow a ten
These pussies think they're goats, I'll give 'em hope if I ghost again

Yeah, hit the thickest chick in Paris singing Digga's adlibs (hahaha)
Had her coming screaming "Woi", I went and did a madness
Put the pussy on repeat, I think that thing's attractive
When I'm done pushin' on her cheeks, I tell her "Fling it backwards"
Put the footage on a screen, it's fuckin' cinematic
And she suck it like she mean it, this one been a savage (ooh)
Them likle rubbers ain't convenient, need a bigger jacket
But honestly, the pussy's so sweet, I didn't think to wrap it (ha)

Driveway look like a runway
Doors on the spaceship come electric like the front gate
Splash on what I need to keep my family from the streets
So, I got cameras in the trees, a couple ketwigs on some gunplay
I heard your tune, it's all white noise
Youngest in charge 'cause every move I make's my choice
But still, I ask myself the same questions every night
"Is my music gonna bang?" And "Does Snoochie like white boys?" (Hmm)

'Bout my business, I've never been one for clout
Stayed on top for four years, I ain't ever been on a drought
Made some money off my music, invested to spread it out
Couldn't give a fuck who you think the best is, I'm getting pounds