Verdansk

Just had to kick a chick out of the studio, shit's nuts, fam

(Hahahaha)

Nah, like, in Kyle's words, fam, the truth is madder than fiction, fam

It's nuts out here

(Oi, ayy, write that shit down)

Look

I see a ting that I touched, tell me about talkin' stage

Gotta tell her, "Don't force it"

Beef man, pepper and salt it, me and RJ gotta pull up, no talkin'

Trap, you ain't got a rack to your name

My bro Brick Lane, we don't know 'bout Shoreditch

Rental, I never insured it, M25, gotta whip that calmly

Man try beef with my dargy, Warzone ting how I come third party

My little nigga can't lose that cash, I drop YGs, do it like Kehlani

I don't rock Gucci or Armani, ST from ST, I can't

Squash that beef like fruit and barley

Still got a one black star like Kwame

Three car convoy in Sutton, my mum got matching whips with Yungen

Should've made Shanei hold on suttin'

But it never would've worked 'cause the girl too stubborn

Young G's talking my name in the Ends

Gotta' tell a man, "Please don't risk it"

On a right day, man ah just frisk him

On a wrong day, I'm gettin' man airlifted

I'm in Hollywood Hills with a white Rolls-Royce

In the one brownin' from Compton

The Lambo parked just in front

Man pull up to the bumper and do it like Konshens

She wanna go LV, no problem

Went for the cheapest bag, that's nonsense

I took a hundred bags from Barclays bank

No cap, you can go and ask Ellie

That one mine, Bouncing Betty

The bag 4K, like a HD telly

Best believe that I'm back like Nelly

Chest petite with a back like jelly

I'm seein' man send indirects

If you wanna war man then you better be vocal

My right hand got a semi, that's local

And this Brownin' I can't post on socials

My girl gotta be far from social

I don't wanna see her at Carni'

Four-double-eight in the party, LBC how I nicked the Ferrari

Girls say we're the littiest batch in South London and bro, it's a fact

Airport, we're going for bants, I hopped out the plane, I ain't going Verdansk

What you know about telling a 10/10 to keep her clothes on and moving good?

I ain't on beating or misogyny, it's mahogany, I got bougie wood

Look, Airbnb with the guys, it's a white mans face that I use to book

Chill with the stupid looks, or it's gonna be a kettle that I use to cook

I see a ting that I touched, tell me about talkin' stage

Gotta tell her, "Don't force it"

Beef man, pepper and salt it, me and RJ gotta pull up, no talkin'

Trap, you ain't got a rack to your name

My bro Brick Lane, we don't know 'bout Shoreditch

Rental, I never insured it, M25, gotta whip that calmly

Man try beef with my dargy, Warzone ting how I come third party

My little nigga can't lose that cash, I drop YGs, do it like Kehlani

I don't rock Gucci or Armani, ST from ST, I can't

Squash that beef like fruit and barley

Still got a one black star like-

I see a ting that I touched, tell me about talkin' stage

I'm tellin' her "Don't stretch it"

Beef, man can never neglect it

Me and MC, we pull up to inspect it

Trap, you ain't never made ten bags

Brick layin', it's like Tetris

Dig deeper, I never invested

M23, I whip that slowly (Slowly)

We got heat in South, when I head Central, don't carry shit

My shooter thought 'bout touchin' the city 'til I made that call like Sir Alex did

If the bar low, then I'ma limbo, akimbo blade for a jimbo

San that, Tan that, Fran like 'Cisco

Real old school like Adi' and Timbo

More time I ain't tryna step out Co-Op

My hood hot like Jane and Finch

Me and RJ on survival mode

Still do it two-player like Kane and Lynch

No lynch when a hand got a-

Oh, she-she want a hand, gotta take this ting

Don't flinch, seven inch got a punch like the first of the month

No pinch, no past, two cars like

(Let's do this)

Sixteen stepped inside, shotgun, got one

Not one that you find in the side of your bestfriend's ride

Slide, bro, it's a fact

Downtown, she goin' for bants, I hopped out the plane, I ain't going Verdansk