Air BnB (feat. Headie One)
Where I'm from, it's scary
Niggas scary, they don't pull up (Rah, it's BKay, unah)
Them dudes only slide round rarely
And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up (Ghosty)
Bitches like, "Do you follow back on the 'Gram?"
"Bitch, barely, I'm stuck up"
Saying I've changed 'cause I got a bit of money
"Bitch, shut the fuck up"
I'm a young black king that knows his worth
I don't do hookups (haha)
Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up
He said, "Put the fire on the low" but I put it on high
Mi did fuck up
Lock off (Boyoi)
Before I knew about Air BnB
I was at the reception in Premier Inn (OT)
Well, nah, if the gyal that I'm with's got ID
I'm more time sending her in (woosh)
Blue plastic bag full of munchies
Couple brown rizlas, scale and cling (chop chop)
Turn room 106 to a bando
Heading down at the desk when man's checking in (lagga)
And it's approaching 12
One-legged Sam gets disability allowance (wha'?)
No deals after midnight
Can make five bills by 1:00 if I link him and Howard (huh?)
Has your phone never rang all day
Go in the bathroom and it rings in the shower? (Brrr)
Two missed calls from a phone box, ain't had a sale in 22 hours
Must have been bored if you've ever seen headsout
Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse
I was angry when shh got cheffed down
Left them in the corner shop by the food stretched out
T house didn't do textiles, I sent text out (su-su-su-su)
She didn't wanna know way back when
But now she cooks me breakfast with her breast out (one)
Summer time with the football boots
No shin pads or socks, all the legs out (turn)
Now feds at the scene, they're asking questions
Like, "What's all the mess 'bout?" (Ah)
Seven pebs I gave to Fiona for the bando to get rent out (one)
I was posted in alley to the trenches
Now I go uptown to bring the whole trench out
I just need to get a parking permit
Cheeks my parcel, then I'm in the town centre (skrrt)
Who's that with the big issue magazine?
Leaning like he just come off a bender (lagga)
My favourite time of the year in the trap game is the last week in December (why?)
Cah everyone goes back for Christmas
I just stay trapping 'til the new year enter
This deuce holds seven, this trey holds five
And this .9 holds ten plus like 6 more (woi)
I left my phone cranked, got bare missed calls
Now my manager's pissed, thought I was in court (brr)
I can't speak on what happened last time
It's a in-house ting, man might get upset (ha-ha)
I rent a room in this bando premises
Landlord don't know the cats dem sublet (shh)
You ever have to hop that window bank in the garden, that's multitasking
Feds at the door, I'm on my second strike
So you know I'm going straight to the can like sardines (free up)
New spot, I'm tryna make it right
It can all go left in a heartbeat (uh)
I still got my bottom joggers filled up with 20s
And my rack filled up with charlie (turn)
It's nothing but smoke that we got for them
Must have run up a 30 in Scottish glens
That's 'til he seen me in the Daily Mail, and he went and called me by my government
My youngboy try go up for a week
Now they got him in a monkey stretch (su-su-su-su)
Took the grub Aberdeen, so we could charge 12 for a Z
Ask Fletch
I ain't waiting in town for the drop
Or paying five bills to these new resellers (ah-ah)
But if you got a size 9 in stock
Man will cop and shop with these new plate tenners (mmh)
Two-fifth for these Jordan 1s
And a .44 long in this Gucci sweater (wha?)
Badman, she likes when I undress her
And put my machine on her makeup dresser
I gotta glove up when I touch that presser (turn)
Bro said he can't mix money and violence
Because that just make your name too pepper
Flip me a likkles and brown, not brandy (one)
Get me a shotgun that's lanky (one)
You know me, I just get too angry
And fill the ding-dong with the two-two gennas (su-su-su-su)
Where I'm from, it's scary
Niggas scary, they don't pull up
Them dudes only slide 'round rarely
And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up
Bitches like, "Do you follow back on the 'Gram?"
"Bitch, barely, I'm stuck up"
Saying I've changed 'cause I got a bit of money
"Bitch, shut the fuck up" (Ghosty)
I'm a young black king that knows his worth
I don't do hookups
Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up (Rah, it's BKay, unah)
He said, "Put the fire on the low" but I put it on high
Mi did fuck up
Lock off
Niggas scary, they don't pull up (Rah, it's BKay, unah)
Them dudes only slide round rarely
And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up (Ghosty)
Bitches like, "Do you follow back on the 'Gram?"
"Bitch, barely, I'm stuck up"
Saying I've changed 'cause I got a bit of money
"Bitch, shut the fuck up"
I'm a young black king that knows his worth
I don't do hookups (haha)
Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up
He said, "Put the fire on the low" but I put it on high
Mi did fuck up
Lock off (Boyoi)
Before I knew about Air BnB
I was at the reception in Premier Inn (OT)
Well, nah, if the gyal that I'm with's got ID
I'm more time sending her in (woosh)
Blue plastic bag full of munchies
Couple brown rizlas, scale and cling (chop chop)
Turn room 106 to a bando
Heading down at the desk when man's checking in (lagga)
And it's approaching 12
One-legged Sam gets disability allowance (wha'?)
No deals after midnight
Can make five bills by 1:00 if I link him and Howard (huh?)
Has your phone never rang all day
Go in the bathroom and it rings in the shower? (Brrr)
Two missed calls from a phone box, ain't had a sale in 22 hours
Must have been bored if you've ever seen headsout
Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse
I was angry when shh got cheffed down
Left them in the corner shop by the food stretched out
T house didn't do textiles, I sent text out (su-su-su-su)
She didn't wanna know way back when
But now she cooks me breakfast with her breast out (one)
Summer time with the football boots
No shin pads or socks, all the legs out (turn)
Now feds at the scene, they're asking questions
Like, "What's all the mess 'bout?" (Ah)
Seven pebs I gave to Fiona for the bando to get rent out (one)
I was posted in alley to the trenches
Now I go uptown to bring the whole trench out
I just need to get a parking permit
Cheeks my parcel, then I'm in the town centre (skrrt)
Who's that with the big issue magazine?
Leaning like he just come off a bender (lagga)
My favourite time of the year in the trap game is the last week in December (why?)
Cah everyone goes back for Christmas
I just stay trapping 'til the new year enter
This deuce holds seven, this trey holds five
And this .9 holds ten plus like 6 more (woi)
I left my phone cranked, got bare missed calls
Now my manager's pissed, thought I was in court (brr)
I can't speak on what happened last time
It's a in-house ting, man might get upset (ha-ha)
I rent a room in this bando premises
Landlord don't know the cats dem sublet (shh)
You ever have to hop that window bank in the garden, that's multitasking
Feds at the door, I'm on my second strike
So you know I'm going straight to the can like sardines (free up)
New spot, I'm tryna make it right
It can all go left in a heartbeat (uh)
I still got my bottom joggers filled up with 20s
And my rack filled up with charlie (turn)
It's nothing but smoke that we got for them
Must have run up a 30 in Scottish glens
That's 'til he seen me in the Daily Mail, and he went and called me by my government
My youngboy try go up for a week
Now they got him in a monkey stretch (su-su-su-su)
Took the grub Aberdeen, so we could charge 12 for a Z
Ask Fletch
I ain't waiting in town for the drop
Or paying five bills to these new resellers (ah-ah)
But if you got a size 9 in stock
Man will cop and shop with these new plate tenners (mmh)
Two-fifth for these Jordan 1s
And a .44 long in this Gucci sweater (wha?)
Badman, she likes when I undress her
And put my machine on her makeup dresser
I gotta glove up when I touch that presser (turn)
Bro said he can't mix money and violence
Because that just make your name too pepper
Flip me a likkles and brown, not brandy (one)
Get me a shotgun that's lanky (one)
You know me, I just get too angry
And fill the ding-dong with the two-two gennas (su-su-su-su)
Where I'm from, it's scary
Niggas scary, they don't pull up
Them dudes only slide 'round rarely
And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up
Bitches like, "Do you follow back on the 'Gram?"
"Bitch, barely, I'm stuck up"
Saying I've changed 'cause I got a bit of money
"Bitch, shut the fuck up" (Ghosty)
I'm a young black king that knows his worth
I don't do hookups
Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up (Rah, it's BKay, unah)
He said, "Put the fire on the low" but I put it on high
Mi did fuck up
Lock off
Credits
Writer(s): Irving Adjei, Miguel Cunningham, Bryan Kabengele, Bradley Moss
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