Gucci Belt

Gucci belt, Primarni jeans
That's a bookie tell, it ain't hard to see
You feel yourself? Aite pardon me
You want your coochie felt? My darling please
I've got new intel, white car we flee
And the boots we shelled, piped half with keef
You need help! I can't believe
You got a new G held and you're after his p

I can tell from the brands that you're blending
You fell for demands of the fads that are trending
Dead ting, this convo I'm ending
Extending apologies if I'm offending,
Never intending
But I'm sending the truth, you were never contending
But I gotta say boo, thanks for attending
Spending the time but my life's transcending

Yeh, It's moving fast now
German whips if I cruise in cars now
Heard 'em chit chat cap through our town
You heard us spit facts back, you are clowns
Coming like a funny man
I'll jimmy with your mrs in a car or another van
Then bill grade with a baileys, Frankie's boiled
Can't drive the car, but Alan his brother can

Look, I can see that you dressed up
Ima take a little minute to inspect cause
Some gal I'm rating the ting
But the ting ain't the same ting when she gets up
In the morning changing their faces, chasing the fake-ness
And faking their breast cup
So I'm moving cautious gorgeous
Pour us a drink and you could be next up

But first, I got to know
What do you want from a man?
Cause a man ain't dumb when it comes to the facts about hoes
They're rating the dick or chasing the doe
And you know I don't mind if a chick wants dick
two clicks on a pic come holla
But you can't come down
If you're hounding the sound of the pound and the dollar

Gucci belt, Primarni jeans
That's a bookie tell, it ain't hard to see
You feel yourself? Aite pardon me
You want your coochie felt? My darling please
I've got new intel, white car we flee
And the boots we shelled, piped half with keef
You need help! I can't believe
You got a new G held and you're after his p

Gucci belt, Primarni jeans
That's a bookie tell, it ain't hard to see
You feel yourself? Aite pardon me
You want your coochie felt? My darling please
I've got new intel, white car we flee
And the boots we shelled, piped half with keef
You need help! I can't believe
You got a new G held and you're after his p

Waiting for man with stacks in the bank
Or cash a shank
You know I only ever spit facts when I land
Won't splash on you, just packs of the dank
Packs of the haze get blazed
All night and days, UK not yank
And thanks to the man who had this ting
You really be changing the bank

I got a bill a new joint quick
But I gotta back to point shit
Moving on, let's do this song let's prove 'em wrong
Yeh stack up the coins quick
So, as I was saying
Them gal there that are basically laying
Legs in the air, no care, just living their best life
Stress free, boyfriend paying

Nah that ain't for me
Can't be with a bird that I'm paying for G
Can't live with an escort, sex or cheques
What questions next? I'm taking the p
I'm finessing the quids
Phone's on silent, stressing a bitch
Quick step to the next hot spot
Do it myself mans getting big

If you think I'm getting this work in
To give it all out to a gal that's about for the clout
And proud that her only talent is twerking
Tell me why you're deserving
Cause I ain't really copping it
Don't get me wrong you look nice when you're dropping it
But nine out of ten of the galled blend
Just be different please don't copy it

Gucci belt, Primarni jeans
That's a bookie tell, it ain't hard to see
You feel yourself? Aite pardon me
You want your coochie felt? My darling please
I've got new intel, white car we flee
And the boots we shelled, piped half with keef
You need help! I can't believe
You got a new G held and you're after his p

Gucci belt, Primarni jeans
That's a bookie tell, it ain't hard to see
You feel yourself? Aite pardon me
You want your coochie felt? My darling please
I've got new intel, white car we flee
And the boots we shelled, piped half with keef
You need help! I can't believe
You got a new G held and you're after his p