Pour It Up (feat. M1llionz)

My young ting got the new A-Class

Digital dash, getting all gassed

Me, I'm in the trap, soft in a pot, I'd better get back

My thick thing got a new tat

My Bris' thing put a new bag on Snap

Aired my North ting, now she's all mad

I told my short ting don't wear flats

FaceTime to Chanelle, have to flick that cam when I whip that work up

Bando, I just left two workers

Now it's the front and back man serve from

Better be worth it, I'm with a famous one in the German

Hit the baitest one on the DMs

Sent her the eyes, I'm preein'

Cocaine drought, then I cotch with the killys

Gimme the drop, I'll draw that quickly

Me and bro two waps up, twinnies

I was outside when they never come

Link my band, then came with the drum

Why do they act like they ain't gotta run?

Bad boy from school, where mum told school don't play with her son

I was in the bando, weighing a ton

You was there waiting for something to come

D-Ro's tryna pree something to ****

Turn that barrel and turn and run

Hear man come, I suggest you run

Pree it and see it, I'll stretch that one

Too much tings, I could go to war at the club

Opp block, scoring it up

Now they are all pouring it up

Two 36s, bring my ticklist

I need more of the grub

Ten bitches, more at the club

Like me cah I'm more of a tug

Off them bricks, but I'm talking less, I'm tryna get more off the plug

Shawty throwin' a fuss

Wants me to ignore the love

Chocolate brown, she knows man runs the town

So she wanna go tour with us

She just told me, "There's more of us"

Three want me, I'm more in luck

I just put a hairband around two phones

I gotta keep both lines in close proximity

Before I step out the car in my zones

I scan my whole road for false activity

This milf ting gives brilliant blows, I gotta rate her 99 ability

Two hands and a whole load of movement

She deals with the ting with top-class agility

Dead ting cockblocking her bredrin

Cah she knows her friend ain't leaving with her

Who's that leng ting? Put that vehicz in reverse

I dropped some mad game, didn't even rehearse

Kiss on my cheeks when I meet with the Turks

That q-on-q re ain't near to a bird

Innocent yutes can get seriously hurt

If they ever try intervene on the works

Just done a strenuous shift, I only came in, check workers absence

Told him carry on playing truant, that fake cough act ain't winning no BAFTAs

That remix light had my blockphone stagnant

I dashed that plug and imposed that sanction

Old ting won't leave me alone, bare harassment

Said she waan link, true she frass off magnum

'Bout "**** ain't shit", gyal best find a place for this hideous stick

How man talking violence?

Never been to the hood and you live in the sticks

And please tell me why when gyal want attention

They go on Snap and post the silliest things

Jailhouse times in my blue vest

Mixed with other wings, man bring it gym

Too much tings, I could go to war at the club

Opp block, scoring it up

Now they are all pouring it up

Two 36s, bring my ticklist

I need more of the grub

Ten bitches, more at the club

Like me cah I'm more of a tug

Off them bricks, but I'm talking less, I'm tryna get more off the plug

Shawty throwin' a fuss

Wants me to ignore the love

Chocolate brown, she knows man runs the town

So she wanna go tour with us

She just told me, "There's more of us"

Three want me, I'm more in luck