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Give a fuck who's best in the scene I'm in my own lane cutting cheques with the team Man thought he could try testing the Gs Now the carpets red like step and repeat Bake a cake and get to the cream Got bags full of sand, no sex on the beach She got cake, Imma get me a piece I ain't pulling her face when I'm stretching her cheeks Ain't gotta spend 8 racks on it Nando's black card in the Maybach wallet Riri, I'ma ASAP rock it Won't invest if it don't make back profit I can't put no babies in someone who don't even make no wages I know times hard, society's failing But girl just get off your ass and do something Pulled up to the new function At the front door, man had the queue jumping Got gyal in my ear while the tunes bumping Let's cut to the chase though, who's fucking? All facts, I don't do stunting Pick any MC who you are trusting Letras de cancionesRoll thru man's Canada goose hunting Yeah Picked her up, got shorty confused She can't open the car 'cos the door goes upwards I don't do it all for the views, man know who we are but I'm bored so fuck ya's Young OG in this ting, look, I know the game's 'bout more than numbers But I still sold most in my city, don't know you more than slumbered Slept on man 'cos their battery's dead Don't trap but they're catching Zeds Rudeboy better make sure your gang's in check 'Cos I'll spin mans set like I'm scratching decks All them lies in the booth start acting You got the BAFTAs next Pussyhole stop hiding the truth and capping There ain't no rappers left They don't want man back on mic No second thoughts, I just tap it twice So don't get fooled by flashing lights They can't rap like Aitch, let's have it right Mana get headbutts and hooks, it's fucked if I come with tugs in trucks Good luck tryna cut when you run from us If it's up, it's stuck, should've hushed it, shush True say if I push this clutch then drop that gear You'll be munching dust See a man go Dam like he fucks with Dutch In simpler words, Imma punch him up Test me, are you fucking nuts? Are you smoking things or bumping stuff Tryna side-eye man like something's up Till I slap man down 'cos he pushed his luck A-I-T-C-H, big Shelly Shut down raves and I shut down telly Shutdown Beefa, I shutdown deli I shutdown Keisha, I shutdown- A-I-T-C-H, big Shelly Shut down raves and I shut down telly Shutdown Beefa, I shutdown deli I shutdown Keisha, I shutdown Becky Let me set the pace Sold out tours, extra dates Two encores in every place So you know she a G if she next to Aitch It's all good till it escalates Then police come round to investigate Tryna ask us how many drinks we've had Just look at us pussy and estimate Told man it gets cold up North But man still carry the pole, shorts Ain't just Nando's that are holding corn End up motionless for that motion talk But I'm not in no one's war I just do my ting, get my dough then walk Grab a gyal and go New York Now I'm lay in her bed not cold in chalk From Letras Mania