Cheating On Wifey

If I sleep with my gun, is that cheating on wifey?

Ah, I have to, these **** don't like me

I don't mind a likkle pressure or a likkle drama

Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want to

See I don't really speak, I just mm-hm-hm

You ain't really street, boy, mm-hm-hm

My gyal wanna get the hm-hm-hm

Give her that look like mm-hm

Gyal, gyal, gyal

Gyal want gifts, sorry not bank

One question, are you gonna off pant?

Man's hot topic

Adam, Ishmael, Ibrahim

Sorry, I'm just counting the profit

Big long coat when I enter

Wait, I think I'm the black Arsène Wenger

Aim at your centre, tell me where your friends are

The ting went rah, but the man can't remember

Got a couple 'Malis that don't do raggar

Got no sabr, big fucking hammer

And they always ask me the same damn question

Should I stab with dagger or shoot, make splatter?

Suttin' dangerous in the night bag

I came with the crazy looking white lad

He looks kinda Irish, straps for a fivish

And he's from joints, arthritis, ay

Tell that gyal, "This is mink, get yuh han' off"

Real, like Ramos

Greece, like Kavos

Swap your flat from her jewels if I knock a couple grand off

Big Stones in my hand got me feeling like Thanos (Thanos)

Just a young ****, getting rich

Money like Mitch

Hustle like Nip

Used to have a big stick in the crib

Now I got a big crib in the sticks, ah

If I sleep with my gun, is that cheating on wifey?

Ah, I have to, these **** don't like me

I don't mind a likkle pressure or a likkle drama

Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want to

See I don't really speak, I just mm-hm-hm

You ain't really street, boy, mm-hm-hm

My gyal wanna get the hm-hm-hm

Give her that look like mm-hm

Got got something under the puffer

Red devil but I came with a gunner

Dior in the Spring double G's in the Summer

Chanels on your feet, all I see is a runner (Ooh)

Akhi in a dinger tryna find opp (Skrr)

That big banger have you tryna find God

Came for the riches, taking your missus

Jay1 told you he's joking but I am not

Gold diggers looking for a pot of gold

Ice on my neck, they don't know if I'm hot or cold (Freezin')

They keep telling me that I'm a role model

But I'm here telling models "roll" (Ay yo babes where you going?)

Right back to the suite

If I sleep with my flicky does it mean I'm a cheat? (Am I a cheat?)

I can't lie I fell in love with the beat

But there's no future, she belongs to the streets!

If I sleep with my gun, is that cheating on wifey?

Ah, I have to, these **** don't like me

I don't mind a likkle pressure or a likkle drama

Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want to

See I don't really speak, I just mm-hm-hm

You ain't really street, boy, mm-hm-hm

My gyal wanna get the hm-hm-hm

Give her that look like mm-hm-hm

If I sleep with my gun, is that cheating on wifey?

Ah, I have to, these **** don't like me

I don't mind a likkle pressure or a likkle drama

Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want to

See I don't really speak, I just mm-hm-hm

You ain't really street, boy, mm-hm-hm

My gyal wanna get the hm-hm-hm

Give her that look like mm-hm-hm