Songtext
(Don't say anythin' 'bout you)
(Hm-hm) we'll drop has we said
Jewelry
He went from the nine
Yeah, air one
All the little people I hi-five with
Freestyle, but the style ain't free
No-, no drill girl can style on me (can style on me)
My-, my flow gutter and mean (uh)
That's why he cuffing the Queen (how?)
Everyone a queen till a queen come through
Look-, look at you, look at you
Run a gyal down in my high heels shoes
I get bread them, gyal they change, loose
Fuck any average dude
Bare fake views, pon YouTube
Them gyal cap, I am the truth
Fall back little idiot yute
Badder than who? (Not me)
Why feed them girl taxi? (Should you be?)
Front line them, gyal backstreet (uh-uh)
Murder she wrote, "My gyal, maxi"
Foot-, foot pon gas they can never stop mе
When they touch street in a top leaguе
No gyal can come box me
Make your mother, go and do an autopsy (watch-)
Watch me got brown no foxy (uh-uh)
My east ting speak cockney
Hot gyal can't put me in the hot seat
All I do is win, I don't ever compete
Everything fleek, everything sweet
Cum like, he hit the lottery (lottery)
Hood gyal know how to shop keep
Gyal chat shit, block and delete
Oil and grease, rise a machine
Ting don't jam like butter and cream
No gun lean, my flow gutter and mean
That's why he cuffin' the queen
Puffin' the green
Come and collect your man
I said, "Come and collect your man"
Are ya mad?
Me no want him, me want funds
Me done talkin'
Big money cheques when me walk in (st, st)
Is that not free parking? (Huh, pss)
If a nigga want my time, better know that I'm chargin'
Pitbull starvin', warnin'
Trillary bad from mornin'
Witness dead, it carne him
Ain't no spice, but I scorn him
(Freestyle, but the style ain't free)
(No-, no drill girl can style on me)
No rap chick can't style on me
No stripper ho can't ride on me
Ya mad?
You better write your death wish
Bad girl well invested
He's interested in the bestest
See me with the ones, I break-, bread with
If I see red flags, then I exit (bss)
If he don't get bans, then I exit (bye, huh)
Not enough room for these chicks, now it's coming like bedsit (well)
Am-, am I watch me like Netflix
Hearsay your Bredrin begs it
Them-, them girls ain't from the ends (no)
Trill been bad man, roll with the skengs
I'm sweet and smokey
Get high, but I keep it low-key (uh-han)
Girl get wrapped like roti
Got more bars than stoke heath
I ball hard like kobe
Brody, top boy, no modie
Dem washed up chicks, got no ps
That's 'cause they think that they know me
Try know me a walkin' trophy (uh-han)
Cosy hot like Nairobi (trillary)
Fly ima keep it bossey
Give a fuck 'bout your bus down rollie (rollie)
Real hot girl 'pon drill
Sauce on spill, flow pon chill
I'm so trill, dressed to kill
Kill a rap bitch with style and skill
Freestyle but the style ain't free
No-, no drill girl can style on me