Let's get it goin', ****, we can rock and roll
I tell you don't test a **** when he's low (When he's low)
And this is folklore, the dagger with the cloak
I'm in the boardroom, just speakin' with the coach
They're sleepin' on me, hit 'em in their throats (Throats)
She spent the weekend with me, made a Sunday roast
I'm a decent host, she want tea and toast (Sheesh)
That pussy TNT it's dope, she just seein' growth
She ain't leaving (Ah!)
How do I take this pain away?
I was locked up with Jones, didn't know what to say that day
Carry on, think I'm playing, tell 'em about this game I play
Look at this one-to-one shit, what can I say, it's tailor-made (Ah)
Fed up of spooky faces, you can fake it
You just livin' your life real lazy, you gotta be jokin'
Look, he's trippin' over his laces
I'm like LeBron, it's like I'm reppin' the L.A. Lakers
Like Joseph, the son of Jacob
Come a little closer, so you can see me close
Kissed a couple frogs, but she won't see me croak
ATL with drip, bulletproof with Ops
We got three brownings, it's giving me En Vogue
You speakin' on me? (Ah)
These **** is ghosts, leakin' information
Your **** give me loads
Checkin' out my coat, all you see is Dolce
I'm with Getts and Kano, all you see is GOATs
I think this weekend gon' be (Ah)
They replicas, that's iCopy
That's my little Spanish ting
Jump out, she's like "Hi Papi" (Jeez)
I could never trust her, she can't even lie properly
But she's so fuckin' sexy, she's gon' get this- (She's gon' get this-)
Cuzzy got dem trees, he ain't meanin oak
We been eatin' lobster, we ain't seein' oats
Do it for my block ****, they ain't seein' assoc
I'm looking for dem billions, we ain't seein trolls
I got that sweeter toffee (Ah)

Writer(s): Andrew Poku & Jason Neville Thompson.