G-LAY

Look, I ain't one for the he say she say

And I don't care who's got the new plate

Or got the Day-Date with the factory green face

I'll make your G lay in his gilet

High-speed chase from E3 to Greengate

Then fly to Palmers Green and leave something there with my Greek mate

Them man got fly yesterday, I've been great

And I'm in Cali getting trees for the cheap rate

It's so peak, they're like "Oh, for Pete's sake!"

And my uncle Tunde taught me how to load prepaid

And showed me the method for doing the boog tax rebates

So I've been making dirty money tryna keep me a clean slate

Sipping on white wine till I can't see straight

Had a mutant ting like Jean Grey

Hood ting from Grays, she pretty, but still though

Box gyal out of their box braids

You don't wanna see what thirteen Basildon boys in black

On your block like "What, mate?"

Like "What, mate? What, mate?"

Dropped so many tapes, can't keep up with the drop dates

Like "What, mate? What, mate?"

I ain't done a show yet, but I'm still showing you up, mate

Like "What, mate? What, mate?"

What's with the stalling?

You man got more delays

Than the Docklands Railway (You're not moving)

I've gone clear

I don't give a toss about your new Moncler

I'll make your G lay in his gilet

Point and shoot, but my name's not Cissé

I can't give man leeway

Can't show no leeway

Bun what they say, man, I done it my own way

Everyone knows that I done it like OJ

Gone clear

I don't give a toss about your new Moncler

I'll make your G lay in his gilet

Point and shoot, but my name's not Cissé

I can't give man leeway

Can't show no leeway

Bun what they say, man, I done it my own way

Everyone knows that I done it, I'm OJ

Bro said he needed the Eisenkiesel

Jubilee strap, fluted bezel as well

I'm locked in, but I've never been jail

Said this food ain't ever gon' pebble itself

Nice hotel with a mademoiselle

White slippers and dressing gown both on the house

Had a clean run 60 on the bounce

And the mark up's wild, big P's on an ounce

Got a spoilt wife who needs an allowance

In my ear like, "Joe, this Jacquemus bag in blue is a timeless classic"

She don't know countless times I put that food on the digis and casually bagged it

Your boy got wrapped and you still didn't back it

Still doing road in my Dagye jacket

Cutting through Chelsea doing big numbers

With a German like I'm Michael Ballack

I can count who's real on my one left bollock

Life is life, what you man so mad at?

If you want something, best believe I've got it

You're not that guy, man, please just stop it

Pull off in the whip then spin in like Bop It

Turkey bags full of kush, I'm shopping

Gotta make sure that children get more than oranges in their Christmas stocking

Unce said job is job, I'm chopping

Glock 17 will will headtop him

Claret all over his Moncler, shocking

I been putting things in place for a minute

Cah when it's go time there ain't no stopping

I'll make your G lay down in his gilet

Chop up the soul, man do him like KwolleM

Know one guy from Shrewsbury, horrible cunt like Bricktop

Yeah he's a wrongen

If it's that time, I'm chilling home

He's at your old girl's yard, casually knocking

Listen

Gone clear

I don't give a toss about your new Moncler

I'll make your G lay in his gilet

Cissé