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I don't like drill much, but I'll real life catch me a body (argh) I do tracks for a hobby I push packs of the Bobby Put my plaques on a lorry 'cah most of these so-called drillers are soggy I need more for me, I'm not sorry Bad B said that she's riding for me, Clyde and Bonnie She's seen the diamonds on me Said, "Slow down", I move too fast like the sirens on me If I lived in London, I think that I'd have the Trident on me It's all timing for me I did my time, why they on me? Lead for an undie 'Cah I just wanna give bread to my mumzy I can't rest time 'til l'm comfy (what did you say?) I'm sick of these zombies Now my life's comfy, put the bill in the restaurant on me I just give them what they want from me What you want from me? Consistency, constantly Play a song for me It's not long for me My fans like feinds 'cah they're onto me Do you wanna look bad for the 'Gram, or do you want money? I'm not guilty, so lucky You ever been nicked stupidly and bust case luckily I don't what's up with me You can't really say that he grown up with me If he didn't go cunch with me Sold drugs for me Would you hold guns for me? Loc up with me How you gonna smoke up with me? Post up with me and post a piccy (argh) If you're not really rolling with me I'm in the studio going silly Bro's them with me, like the phones not going silly Love for my hitters in Brum 'cah I stepped on my own in briny (voila) Preston city, but that jail there's all cold and shitty (freezin') Hindley robbed me for prop, and said it got lost and didn't post it to me (dickheads) You must be joking with me Now I ain't got shit, I need O's in Clingy Get my man to throw this thingy Hope that it lands and the whole of the wings, all hoping with me (wishing) I'm in jail the phone's broken, but apparently, I'm cheating, 'cause she ain't spoken to me Come off my phone, I'm fuckery (get the fuck off my phone chatting shit) I don't like drill much, but I'll real life catch me a body (argh) I do tracks for a hobby I push packs of the Bobby Put my plaques on a lorry 'cah most of these so-called drillers are soggy I need more for me, I'm not sorry Bad B said that she's riding for me, Clyde and Bonnie She's seen the diamonds on me Said, "Slow down", I move too fast like the sirens on me If I lived in London, I think that I'd have the Trident on me It's all timing for me I did my time, why they on me? Lead for an undie 'Cah I just wanna give bread to my mumzy I can't rest time 'til l'm comfy (what did you say?) They supported my ting on the come up Why they hating my ting now I came up? Back when I didn't have a whip, took train up Broke and I couldn't get sleep, I stayed up Go get a shape up with my Day-Date on Ain't got my chain tucked Ws up like Wu-Tang, Raekwon Bando spot, hotbox, no aircon OT country spots, bare grey dons Festival crowd got the same demographic Still in the trap, that's the way I look at it Step on a box, it's no crate challenge The opps make tunes, but they just ain't bangin' Spare him a moment, my darg ain't plannin' Good afternoon, that's a broad day blammin' White ting all in the spa, fake tannin' Two feet ride on my dick, great balance Please and thank you, remember your manners Go uptown, gotta show gratitude Ninety for the show but it ain't nothin' new Man knew that I'II blow since from I went school This social media shit ain't cool Man are actin' bad, tryna go viral I got no role model, got no idol I get bare eyeballs when I rock my jewels I'm on Rightmove tryna find me a crib with a pool Bad boy, man, I can't stick the rules Wanna do me like Mitch 'cah l'm paid in full Online shop, too bait for the mall I gotta step out the room when I'm makin' a call It's big business, nah, it ain't nothin' small I don't game, but I might play 8 Ball Pool (huh) I don't like drill much, but I'll real life catch me a body (argh) I do tracks for a hobby I push packs of the Bobby Put my plaques on a lorry 'cah most of these so-called drillers are soggy I need more for me, I'm not sorry Bad B said that she's riding for me, Clyde and Bonnie She's seen the diamonds on me Said, "Slow down", I move too fast like the sirens on me If I lived in London, I think that I'd have the Trident on me It's all timing for me I did my time, why they on me? Lead for an undie 'Cah I just wanna give bread to my mumzy I can't rest time 'til l'm comfy (what did you say?) I'm sick of these zombies
Writer(s): Mozis Prince Aduu, Conor Mulcahy, Oakley Caesar-su, Mico Guy Tyler Howles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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