(Gusto)
Yo

I'm on Miami beach with a sweet one, tan
She wanna learn, so I teach some slang
Like what's goin' on, bae? How are you doin'?
I'm from London, so I speak with a twang
It's taxmanK and the police too
I don't watch them yutes, I don't beef with the gang
But there's certain people I wanna see get blammed
If you fuck with them boys, don't reach for my-
Sold sweets in school, that I teef from Poundland
Bro fly them and the pound still land
Big Naira and Victoria Island, stack pillin', I want pounded yam
Kinda surprised 'bout the venue size
I perform for twenty-five thousand fans
Keep the clout, I'm out for the bands
Keep count of the days, baby, I'll be back

Wagwan?
I ain't seen shorty in a minute
She asked how I am, I said, "Calm"
She said I'm the man, I said, "Innit?"
Posted up with my dog at yard
If you got a friend for my friend, then bring it
When I was broke, heart cold like December
But now I'm up, my step got a spring in

Baby, turn it around and spin it
I'm tryna bend your back and then dig it
I ain't unknown in the T, man did it
Park the Sprinter outside of the club
Tell bro, "Will you jump out quick and fill it?"
Say you're a good girl, said that you're timid
I think she a freak and don't wanna admit it
I think she a freak and don't wanna ad-

Now it's private room, we don't go shop floor
I was poor, now it's champagne glasses spillin'
You only spent one day with us chillin'
Now you don't wan' live same way you were livin'
I get gyal, I don't rape no women
Free all the get-backs sat in the jail
They ain't learnin' a skill, but they barber trimmin'
Trust no one, I seen pastor sinnin'
You honestly think if I go put a 100K on the table, my dog won't kill him?
DXB, I'm with packs, I rap, he traps
But he got the same car I'm whippin'
Written the sixteen bars or lyrics
Got rich without father figures
No drama 'cah the karma spinnin'
It's not Carti' on my arm, it's a Richard

Wagwan?
I ain't seen shorty in a minute
She asked how I am, I said, "Calm"
She said I'm the man, I said, "Innit?"
Posted up with my dog at yard
If you got a friend for my friend, then bring it
When I was broke, heart cold like December
But now I'm up, my step got a spring in Writer/s: Angus Barclay, Lukas Leth, Oakley Caesar-Su
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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