I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's) Talking real We're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys) Talking real (Real) We're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know) (Play Dirty)
We don't believe your raps Keep thinking your Mr Muscle Till you see the flash You don't want bros turnin' up Stolen car, burning clutch I hid the mash in my aunties toilet Panickin' every time I heard it flush
They do it for the 'Gram (The 'Gram) But they don't do it for the family (That's right) He bought Loub's for a thousand likes And his son's shoes are beat up like Anthony There's a couple real rappers that's actually on it But most of the industry's fake The police nicked me, then they nicked all my mates I feel cursed, it's like I took a picture with Drake (Mad) I'm white, rich and gangster Talk about me, my name holds weight (That's right) My boys greenin' on the back of man's neck (Yeah) If he takes off his fake gold chain I'm so East London, I'm so Westham And when it's beef man step out with Arsenal I'm the white money-makin' Meech But-but my girl light skin like Meghan Markle
We'll pull down and spill some juice You snooze, you lose Calm when we come 'round, you know what we do We can pull up some articles from when the surgery's treatin' some man's wounds Only wanna do it for the net and not avenge a friend, some fuckin' fools (Nerds) Way before I slapped corn at a man I tested my shank worked first Swing that, dig it and turn it Woosh so good like a man rehearsed Well you tell me how've I done it for the net? 'Cause when a fuck boy ran with a chef And Lord knows that I never had nothin' And the bloodclaat still done legs Other than that I just shank and him bred'
I spy somethin' beginnin' with F (Frauds) All of my opps are nerds (Come on) Judge weren't layin' no eggs But he tried give me a bird Been a bad boy from birth (Long time) Man can't tell me 'bout work (How?) I was in the opp block Sunday Tryna catch man comin' from church (Real talk) Right now I'm just stackin' my paper (Racks) Kway know money come first Pem don't come from Jamaica (Nah) But the food still got jerk In the penthouse suite with a bad bitch Startin' to get on my nerves I'm dressed in Italian fabric Please don't get makeup on my shirt
I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's) Talking real (Real) We're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's) Talking real (Real) We're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know)
If I come with Looney (Tunes) Then you know mans angle (You know) Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle Or he might Jack Daniel (Evil) Had some of your favourite rappers baby mothers on scandals (Whore) Chupa a tua madre, that's suck your mum in Español (Yeo)
They said they don't rate me, but I don't rate them either (Nah) Louis pouch for the cleaver The two litre can't catch the three-wheeler They didn't want it with JB and they didn't want it with Cuba I don't wanna hear no chat about, "watch when I see ya" Man must think man car get destination like Uber Snap off the door, you know it don't move I fit if we can find location, pull up in Gucci Burn the blacks, keep the designer Man I took dash away the CCTV and throw man a likkle 50 That's a minor I was in business class up with Chyna
If I press on the TEC Paralyse from the neck Four nines in the brick F1 make it stretch (Whip, whip) They can't whoa me (They can't whoa me) End of story (End of story) Lifestyle gory, my shooter do it for me If I spy with my little eye (Okay) That's shooters with ballys Someone gon' die YG's on peds, got skengs in rides That's 10's and 9's Get caught, gotta do that time
Fuck them cah they done a man dirty Dumb jake boys, that man a dish (Dressed) Rambo only cost 30, up early cah I'm tryna get rich (Get rich) Cut through just to fuck a nigga bitch (Aw yeah) Fuck you cah your niggas ain't shit (Aw yeah) Said leave me alone, she thirsty Swear it hurts when you cut a bitch who won't quit (Won't quit) Hit, hit, hit, piss Saw feds so bro go dip I be chasin' the money so much That I swerve like I found the snitch I phone bro for the 10-10 bud (10-10) I know that his 10-10 stinks (Loud) I might stick this dick in her lung (Lung) And she'll finish it off with a mint
I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's) Talking real (Real) We're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboy's doing up net (Fuckboy's) Talking real (Real) We're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest
Compositores: Laidi Saliasi (Rachet), Karl Dominic Wilson (Karl Wilson), Casyo Valentine Johnson (Krept), Abdul Nasir Nelson, Jordan Craig Townsend, Bryan Tshibangu Kabengele (Bryan Kabengele), Aaron Davis, Ben Rael Ngaman (Ben Ngaman), Harlee Milne, Jon Morrisson ECAD: Obra #24901021