Amiri

Amiri drip, I'm in Amici eating well-done fillet fish

Quarter pound of Cali into thirty-two little bits

I'm in the passy side, C roaring up the V6

Flannels and the Canada, copping Valentino kicks

I got it out the bits and I got it outta country don

They're tryna ask me what I'm on, the same ting I've been on for long

The trap my desire, even if the moves I made were wrong

Still bounce back from a loss cah my game's strong

Still money up and down, suttin like a seesaw

Branded content, branded whips, taking detours

Or I'm in the blenders hitting heads, tryna see more

This Class B's on the backseat might cost four

That's four quid a box, might be cheaper if you take more

Cutting through Roundhay, the head by Temple

Hit another Charlie head, Murray on the tennis court

Soon get the Wimbledon Rolex fully bought

Cutting through Harehills, cold call C4

Bitches all loves it, giving man rose quartz

Mind who you're fucking with, a lot of man snitch and talk

If I were Young Thug, I woulda put a milli on 'em all

Hit Squad riddims getting spun on another sauce

I'm on a break with white birds, watch me fly 'em all

With this white chick from Manny, Chelsea got a lot of talk

My trap shit's slappy, made my brudda go crash his Porsche

My mother kinda shocked that my jacket cost a Z of raw

Still pattern her and her yard without no force

Dumb little dickhead, ain't done shit for his mum at all

Flexing for a chick and had a eight bussing on the O

When I was locked up, I made a quarter off a prison phone

My chinger days done, grab the burner if you're giving talk

But beef don't make sense if I'm talking all this money talk

If I'm talking all this money talk

Free my right hand, that brudda done a decade in the cell

Lost his mum too, if that were you, you woulda fucking fell

Wish him health and to prevail cah he's living through Hell

Soon get his Cat D, back to shotting top shelf

Look the judge in his eyes, no time for no apology

Smashed his face in, got done for grievous bodily

Teenage terror, had the papers tryna ruin me

Fuck them too, buss a smile, walked out casually

Smoking Cali with this lightie, see the way she light it up

I can tell she ain't new from the way she light it up

You can't pay for love so why try buy it with branded stuff?

Love you mum, all these bitches ain't worth the time or cuffs