Smoke (feat. Dizzee Rascal)

Yo, pull up on smoke

Like "Who's got a problem?"

Two bad B's on their knees

And they're both tryna say they don't do this often

Hot boy summer, doing hot shit

And I got the game locked, no locksmith

Used to have love for theme boy there

And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin

Pull up on smoke

Like "Who's got a problem?"

Two bad B's on their knees

And they're both tryna say they don't do this often

Hot boy summer, doing hot shit

And I got the game locked, no locksmith

Used to have love for theme boy there

And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin

Bitch, you wasn't with me shooting with in the gym

You was in your crib or probably linking chicks

Now I'm living lavish, bitches think I'm rich

Eating steak and lobster, no more fish 'n' chips

See my diamonds shining when I flick my wrist

This a different chapter, had to flip the script

In a different penthouse with different chick

You can really tell a **** live for this

#Winninng, splash mad figures

Gangland living, Mad Max did him

LV rucksack, backpack dripping

Rap mad lyrics, any track man spin him

Fat black dick in, had gyal tripping

Brown-skin girl, bend your back and dig it

New whip soon land, matte black kitted

Late night road, on the back mans skidding

Back then she used to diss a ****

Now she feel she winning cah she wid a ****

I was in her friend-zone, now my dick is in her

Plus I'm fucking twins, I call it Sister Sister

I was tapping oysters, now I'm tapping models

I don't trap, I scam, I'm making grands with uncles

No lacking, fam, make sure the MAC is on you

If that strap gets clapped, another man's in soil, whoa

Pull up on smoke

Like "Who's got a problem?"

Two bad B's on their knees

And they're both tryna say they don't do this often

Hot boy summer, doing hot shit

And I got the game locked no locksmith

Used to have love for theme boy there

And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin

Pull up on smoke

Like "Who's got a problem?"

Two bad B's on their knees

And they're both tryna say they don't do this often

Hot boy summer, doing hot shit

And I got the game locked no locksmith

Used to have love for theme boy there

And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin

Pull up in somethin' with the windows smoky

Lookin' all low-key

I tell a pussy "Better act like you know me"

I smack a pussy like they owe me

I tell a bad B "Bow down and blow me"

You say it's all love, come and show me

Suck on this pole, do it slowly

Hold these balls like a goalie

You can tell me I'm your one and your only

I can tell you that's a bunch of baloney

Stop bein' phoney, you ain't gotta lie

And I ain't gotta try and put your batty in the sky

Yes, between you and I, I am not a chatty guy

Don't chat a pack of lies

Just pucker up your lips and find the saliva

And I'm satisfied your cat is sanitised

Got my willy on the rise

And my knackers full of vibe

Tell you open up your eyes

And I give you the surprise

Nastiness

I can't help, I'm a narcissist

I worked hard for this

You don't like what I spit, give my arse a kiss

You see, my patience thin as the mauger is

No patience, I'm not a pharmacist

And I was fatherless, but I'm the father

There's nobody harder, it's Dizzee Ras'

Yeah, I know what drama is

Pull up on smoke

Like "Who's got a problem?"

Two bad B's on their knees

And they're both tryna say they don't do this often

Hot boy summer, doing hot shit

And I got the game locked no locksmith

Used to have love for theme boy there

And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin

Pull up on smoke

Like "Who's got a problem?"

Two bad B's on their knees

And they're both tryna say they don't do this often

Hot boy summer, doing hot shit

And I got the game locked no locksmith

Used to have love for theme boy there

And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin