Pop Boy (feat. Aitch)

Yeah And it's like Yo Your boy's too hot, put a fan on I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on I'm not the bruddah you can go and put your hand on I'm just cooking up some flavour then I mix it like I'm Manon A bit of strength and a little bit of core Could've had my little brother drenched, drippin' in Dior Long time I was kipping on the floor Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior Flex on 'em, they talking my name then backslide I ain't even spitting no more, I rap glide Pree you tryna jump on my boat, it capsize Coming like I'm one of the GOATs, I'm that nice So it's old flows, new flows, rose gold Hublots Now I'm on the road doing shows for some Euros Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace Hashtag Merky, that's a pillar of my faith Oh, nightmare, coming for the crown, man I'm coming there Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here Been the top boy for a couple summers here And I'm popping like the kente that my mama wears, yeah So quit running out your mouth Real gully niggas coming out the south So no, I am not the one, man, I just drop for fun Still got a lot to come, Fred, you forgot the drums, wait there Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy And I didn't even have to be on Top Boy If you're asking what I done then it's a lot, boy You rap neeks make me wanna be a pop boy Ayy, in my city I'm the top boy Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy" On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy Yeah, your boy's too cold, put the heat on I ain't ever under pressure, man, it's pressure that I feed on Money movements and shellers, that what my team on I got tekkers, you know it's getting peppered if it's got me on Stunting for the 'Gram, I don't risk it for a like Fall back a second, fam, and have a think about your life Stop moving so fast, you gotta chill and take your time You ain't thought about it right if you don't think about it twice What boy's chatting to me like a top boy? Bro, I pop bottles and bitches, I never pop toys Manny way, couple block boys and some hot boys Pull up on the block, boy, finna drop the top, boy You hate me and I ain't a fan of you (nope) See what I've done in a year, imagine two (ayy, ayy) Young Aitch, I'm going clear and coming through Quick to switch place, upping a gear and bun a zoot like Flex on 'em, bust a little move for the boomerang Everybody's sitting and watching me while I do my dance Trust me this ain't nothing new to gang Liquor by the load, don't have a clue how much juice I drank Grab a bag when I stack, not a rack Rack a track, want a plaque, not a whack Bag of gash, tryna chat but it's cap Get me mad, you ain't bad, man, it's sad Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy And I didn't even have to be on Top Boy If you're asking what I done then it's a lot, boy You rap neeks make me wanna be a pop boy Ayy, in my city I'm the top boy Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy" On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy