作曲 : Tion Wayne/ArrDee/Bugzy Malone/Buni/DARKoO/E1 (3x3)/Fivio Foreign/Russ Millions/ZT (3x3)

Crud

Bah (Mm-mm), yo

Muad

Gotcha

E-E-English girl named Fiona, big batty girl named Abiola (Mm-mm)

Body-ody shaped like Cola (Bah)

Back up, back up, bring it to the owner

Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (Bah, bah)

Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Mm-mm)

**** that, man, I don't give a F (Boom, boom)

What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette (Bah, bah, bah)

English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola

Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up, back up, ayy, come closer

Vida loca (******), high as a kite, never sober

Python, hit him with a Cobra

Free up my bro, Casanova (Free him up)

Badman persona, badman alone can control her ('Trol her)

Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over

Push in my 'ood, take anaconda

Have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)

If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a Jonny (Hah)

Adeola when I roll with a geezer (With a geez)

Is it me or the lifestyle sweetheart?

Actually, I don't give a shit (Nah)

I'm a rapper now, might as well live in it (Live in it)

Smoke up in my hotel, billin' it

You can do what you like darlin', no, they don't give a F

Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes

White boy waste, can't get a wet

But my big brown love roll with the zest

I'm an English boy, but I'm so bloody lit

Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I'm litty, I'm burst

Anybody come see it, pull up to the AP

Probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really

Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (Mm-mm)

Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Bah, bah)

**** that, man, I don't give a F (Brrr)

What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette

English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola

Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

Don't come too close

Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?

Russ, Tion Wayne both said "I don't know"

I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike

Cah he's got so much Tech when he's tryna score goals

Ordanance Road, bro back that pole

Mm-mm, if you know then you know (You know)

E1, I'm bringin' it back

Drop a gun lean 'cah no one's been slapped

I'm in the backseat with a brown and yak

With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap

They give us the biggest attract

But live in the flesh didn't see no hands

Any ting green get bun, it's a cap

'Cah no one in 3x3's been blammed (For fashion)

You don't wanna get left in a mess

Gun shot from the right and the left

Fifty G's won't pay for your life

Get blazed like Khaled with no cigarettes

English girl named Fiona

Straight Hennessy with no Cola

Know man since Bergkamp and Zola

Hold onto the super soaker

Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free

It's ironic, 'cause he got wetted for spillin' his drink on me

He need resuscitation just to help him breath

Man drown when it's an internal bleed

But I don't care for your nickname, or your last name

Anyone can get R.I.P

Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (Mm-mm)

Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Bah, bah)

**** that, man, I don't give a F (Brrr)

What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette

English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola

Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

Look, huh, hold up, huh, I just gotta know her

I don't like your tone, girl, talk a little lower

Nigga get shot for smokin'' my roll-up

You said you got it now you gotta show up

Shawty gon' suck me up 'til it's over

She like a little pretzel, you can fold her

She got the twenty inches with the closer

Uh, yeah, 808, huh, no, I don't play no games

I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names

If mans not hot then mans not somethin'

If man gets boomed, then I get blamed

I took a perky, I'm out of my brain

I ain't never steppin' out of my lane

Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I'm, proud of my name, uh

ZT, I'm a C double S

Chest shot specialist, wet mans chest

B double S (Ayy), backshot specialist, bruck up the pum-pum, leave that wet

Bad B's in love with the set, no stress, get bread

And we set them trends, no meds

We flex on the opps, get vexed, no net, but you know that we scored on them

Me and E just stepped on scene, SOS for an anti-green

AFG is an anti team, I don't know 'bout them, got rams on me

I see one of them IC3's

I make the hand ting beat

Neezy stuck in the streets, shoutout my 3x3's

Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy

Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP

Bun it like an earthquake, somethin' like Haiti

She knows me in pages, she callin' me "Baby"

In twenty-three house, had to bring that back

A Rolex can't phase me

Tired of gettin' money, so ***** come pay me

Swing both ways or bring your lady

Chicky with the backy, wanna come get jiggy with it

Had to air out the wap, but she know that I'm strapped

Really, really with it, yeah, you know me, I'm really, really with it

Can't compare when you talk about stacks

Can't compare when you talk about stacks

Hundred K when I pay my tax

Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap

Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back

Gun lean get shot from the backseat

Two man pull up and bun out the backseat

Gassed up Top Boy like Ashley

Tappy, swing, get ying up badly

Good **** make gyal scream "Papi"

She holds my wappy, she makes me happy

You know I'm tappy, I chat, and not cappy

I rub my mashy, I'm too-too catty

Mek mans shake, no Harlem

Gassed up, 300, no Spartan

I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin'

Might get bit when you two-step dancin'

I do no talkin', the gyaldem clartin'

Is your boy in this spliff? I rass him

Bro red card him, shots, no warning

When I see red, I'm chargin'

Mm-mm, yo, man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (Mm-mm)

Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Bah, bah)

**** that, man, I don't give a F (Brrr)

What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette

English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola

Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer