Gypsy Boy (feat. K.A.V. & Rayner)

And I'm looking for, looking for, looking for

My destiny, my destiny

I'm still looking for, looking for, looking for

Spaced out in this Cali, got me laid up

Songs make money, so it's time I get paid up

I call Ying, make a track, 'cause I'm made up

And if you want beef in your house, I get spayed up

Nowadays I use words as a weapon

Sticks and stones, I break bones if you let 'em

I don't think you can deal with a love

I'm gonna miss my bro, but I'll see you in heaven

I know Kiev has a switch and a few friends

Takin' the boxes and leavin' the loose ends

I might have to run for a few kens

I run for a high outside, it's the new Benz

Fuck fake friends and that's my motto

Show my love like Sanders Grotto

Hate Manchester, just like Ronaldo

'Cause my boy can chop zeds like Zorro

She's a good girl, but in bed she's a freak, bro

Ten-ten back and it's bigger than a Rego

She knows we can do it anywhere that we go

If you wanna get active, girl, then let me know

I was just a little kid chillin' down East, bro

I was in my room doin' GTA, Chico

Tomtom, I bite, then I turned into Beast Mode

Engine maxed out, full throttles, I don't need one

Two beamers on me, watch me leap off

GPT boy, never been a geek, bro

If you wanna stomp for the camera like Steve-O

You can get your bike in your whip, boy, free pod

Dutch niche, door glass, that's the street code

Round here, we don't let it fly like Heathrow

If you're speakin', you know where to find me, bro

And it's mine, that four-double-one preacher

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

I love money too much like a banker

And my words carry 'em weight like an anchor

I don't kiss lucky eggs like Sanka

But your birds fall in love with a planter

We all know that home's where the heart is

Gangster, you wanna smoke weed with the Yardies

But you're changin' colour like Smites

And I've got the caddy and molly in my thighs

And now that I'm out, I cause murders

Straight pecs, locked doors, 'cause I'm nervous

We like to creep kens for the Germans

But we don't use L-plates for a learner

'Cause I use L-plates for a lifer

And when we were young, this sign for a kifer

I'm not livin' with no Michelle Pfeiffer

A single life is the life and I like her

You're not a raver, do me a favour

What you know about this old bit of sign flavour?

Watch me skank out like a two-step ranger

Shout out to Rainer, this link-up is danger

I just wanna make paper

I'm not into good girls, I like naughty behaviour

So get down, girl, shake what your mama gave ya

And if you want a good time tonight, let me save ya

Sun's out, 25 degrees

And the boys are gettin' active on bikes and Jeeps

And we're ridin' deep and you know my bike's no cheap

Swift, I see the blue lights and it's hide-and-seek

Yo, I used to be a nobody, used to be a dreamer

Now they got my tunes on in clubs and I beef her

I'm puttin' in the work, never beggin' for a feature

It's that old double-one, three-leaf geezer

Gypsy boy, Gypsy girl

Gypsy boy, Gypsy girl

Gypsy boy, Gypsy girl

Gypsy boy, Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy girl

You're a Gypsy boy, I'm a Gypsy-