[Verse 1: Taurean Roye]
Beat then I’m gone in the rrari
That’s a young horse in the stable
Me and my boys too renk
Fleek and the arse won’t save you
Tee you did tings for the city
How can we ever repay you?
Fucked all the peng lighties
Babe being more than grateful
Many washed dons on the road
Don’t know why them boy bothering
Same age as my big bro
I should let my big bro body them
Girl too buff for the club
At mine, all stoosh but swallowing
Say she in love with my voice
I think she thinks I’m Hollowman
Tell me you reckon I’ve changed
And I go and prove that you’re right
I just all think it’s a shame
The things that you do out of spite
Mixing mixing mix dirty dirt
Mix the dirt with the Sprite
Two two more sips on this ting
Probably try make you my wife
It’s been a minute
Since I’ve been in it
Got the girlies and the women
Model tings in the kitchen
Twenty chains, that’s the limit
LNIP boy I’m never switching
Try give advice and they never listen
Push up on me then you better lick it
Kick a bitch out I don’t ever kick it

[Chorus: Jordon Wi-Fi]
It’s been a minute
Since I’ve been in it
I’m my own biggest critic
World won’t fucking stop spinning
New month, new city
It’s been a minute
Since I’ve been in it
Seems like I’m my biggest critic
World won’t fucking stop spinning
'Coz new month there’s a new city

[Verse 2: Taurean Roye]
I was in uni for four days
We just fucked, didn’t do foreplay
Girl, you always get it your way
Put your arse first, what the score say?
Push my whole team through the doorway
Push the mañana boy, Jorge
The wrist still singing like Do-Re-
Me and your girl in the tour Range
Had a feeling that you had your guard up
Did a couple lines till you charged up
Uber to mine, never pass up
Fuck, fight, wouldn’t put it past us
Marry the boy
Said she a fan of the boy
Scoring, Ruud Van Nistelrooy
Hitting the puss and destroy

[Chorus: Jordon Wi-Fi]
It’s been a minute
Since I’ve been in it
I’m my own biggest critic
World won’t fucking stop spinning
New month, new city
It’s been a minute
Since I’ve been in it
Seems like I’m my biggest critic
World won’t fucking stop spinning
'Coz new month there’s a new city

[Verse 3: Jordon Wi-Fi]
Low-key as low-key can be
You can’t get rid of my team
What’s that? That’s Maharishi
Still screaming “fuck the police”
Won’t stop till it’s complete
Flip it and then I repeat
Word to the g’s in the streets
They know it’s Jordy Wi-Fi
You can’t get rid of my guys
Those n***as fuck with my vibe
She said just do it like Nike
She said just do it like Nike
She does that thing that I like
While I’m as high as a kite
She does that thing that I like
While I’m as high as a kite

[Chorus: Jordon Wi-Fi]
It’s been a minute
Since I’ve been in it
I’m my own biggest critic
World won’t fucking stop spinning
New month, new city
It’s been a minute
Since I’ve been in it
Seems like I’m my biggest critic
World won’t fucking stop spinning
'Coz new month there’s a new city