(Is this a Swifta beat?)

(Is this a Swifta beat?)

(Is this a Swifta beat?)

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Brr, brr, bah, yeah

Look, I got the smoke, you can get smoked

Leave me alone (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I do what they don't, free up the bros, you know it goes (free 'em up)

They all wanna blow but don't wanna work

I don't understand (I don't understand it)

So I'm just sittin' in the White House

Whippin' up a masterplan (woop, woop)

Trust me, I need bands (uh)

Cah I'm done tryna move these grams (yeah, yeah)

I need paper, exams

'Cause these boys ain't nothin' to man (they ain't)

Trust me, I need bands (bands)

So tall that the stack can't stand

I need M's sittin' my bank

Man, I need way more than a hundred grand (yo)

I need a thousand times a hundred G's (ching-ching, yeah)

One ain't enough, I need mills for me (yeah)

Sounds far-fetched, but truthfully

I need my bank lookin' like a heist movie scene (chee)

Been goin' hard since the road had cheese (jheez)

The crew's so solid, Skat D (ay)

Lyric for lyric, they get bun scratchy (baow)

Talk like they're hard, but what does that mean? (Tell me)

Still got drive, sittin' in a taxi

Plus I need my P's tax-free

Tryna take over the world like the vaccine (chee)

Been on it since secondary in the canteen (way)

Still gotta get it, you know, the regime (uh)

We're the hardest, ain't gotta ask Jeeves (yeah, yeah)

Doin' this before I hit flat screens

Way before I ever made money off a stream, (way) back

Free up my G's (free 'em up)

I need my money tall like Burj Khalifa (whoo)

I get high like Wiz, man don't smoke sheesha

I'm killin' anybody on a feature (ay)

Top marksman like Jack Reacher (bah-bah)

We locked the game down and man dashed the keys

Now it's fucked 'cause you can't get the keys cut (fucked, man)

Them man are only bad through a speaker

I'm like please fam

We don't wanna hear them tunes man it's dead (yeah)

Them typa tune there put man to bed (bed)

I coulda been in a bad B instead

But I'm in studio tryna bake this bread (tryna break this bread)

Hov said closed mouths don't get fed (huh)

I'll settle when I'm in a coffin laying to rest (yeah)

I got the smoke, straight to the throat

Rarse the bud, that's wagyu to the chest (chee)

Look, I got the smoke, you can get smoked

Leave me alone (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I do what they don't, free up the bros, you know it goes (free 'em up)

They all wanna blow but don't wanna work

I don't understand (I don't understand it)

So I'm just sittin' in the White House

Whippin' up a masterplan (woop, woop)

Trust me, I need bands (uh)

Cah I'm done tryna move these grams (yeah, yeah)

I need paper, exams

'Cause these boys ain't nothin' to man (they ain't)

Trust me, I need bands (bands)

So tall that the stack can't stand

I need M's sittin' my bank

Man, I need way more than a hundred grand (ching-ching)

Man don't need no hundred grand upfront ()

Give me ten, I'ma flip that ten times or 25

How many times have I brought grime back? Never mind

Man's in my livin' room with Lil Choppz in my leather slides

I'm just livin' proof, grime will never die

I don't really like when man don't wanna give a mic

To up-and-comin' MCs that'll set a set alight

Yo, I swear on my life, on everything I like

I will get a better pedal bike, let me get a light

Let me take a flight to somewhere where the weather's nice

And KGs have a better price, I want a bigger slice

Not just a little bite, my new tune's way bigger than a gigabyte

I'm tryna minimise any negativity

That's around me and my inner-city guys

Yo, yo, let me flow, no, I ain't gonna stop, fuck rats and little mice

Man's got plenty of fish, no river pikes

If Jordy wants to come to the crib, there's dimmer lights

Zim Zimma, how does the Bimma drive?

Take a left, take a right, I'm tryna get a pint

Not tryna make a point, if she ain't chippin' to the 3.5

Then she's not gonna get a joint

I made a clever choice

I get P's from streams, that's very nice

But I'm strivin' for a better life, not tryna jeopardise

Any future situations that might help man make a coin

I swear them man all want smoke

Mans moving like they ain't got weed

Yeah, you already know I'm a star, dog

You already know wah gwaan, Darg, jheez

Look, I got the smoke, you can get smoked

Leave me alone (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I do what they don't, free up the bros, you know it goes

They all wanna blow but don't wanna work

I don't understand (I don't understand it)

So I'm just sittin' in the White House

Whippin' up a masterplan (woop, woop)

Trust me, I need bands (uh)

Cah I'm done tryna move these grams (yeah, yeah)

I need paper, exams

'Cause these boys ain't nothin' to man (they ain't)

Trust me, I need bands (bands)

So tall that the stack can't stand (uh-uh)

I need M's sittin' my bank

Man, I need way more than a hundred grand (ching-ching)