[Intro]
NineOne

[Chorus: Pete & Bas]
I spin fellas, my swing quicker than Federer
I serve packets, they bounce back on the regular
And I'ma tell a hussie, "Sing for me, T-Pain"
Your mumma's hooked on the packs I been selling her
I click hammers and bang 'em and let my nuts hang
I fill his head with the lead like a mukbang
The magazine make me lean when I walk
And the drumstick'll make an head bang like a punk band

[Verse 1: Fenksta]
Florida - Agram, u London pa natrag
Godina kratka, korak naprijed na kvadrat
Noćima Praćka, tamo zovi ga gazda
A za neke od vas je bolje da se ne sazna
Ulica je jedna, a ona je gradska
Čemu biti skroman, daj da si laskam
Današnja prazna glazba nije masna
Nisam vlasnik kaska jer ne znam kaskat
Vozim se po beatu, radnja automatska
Swipe-am u desno još od dana faksa
Nije kazna čak i ako je daska
Ali je praksa kad se praska da je glasna
T-Pain Remix, grabi se šansa
Jer se danas svaka čini vanzemaljska
Moja riječ je časna, tu se baca nijansa
Svi ste obični, a ja rijedak k'o shiny Lapras
[T-Pain:] "Now shut up, bitch"

[Verse 2: Pete and Bas]
Smack bang in the face, butt of the Ruger
Chuck him in the back of the Lex, I don't mean Luther
Turn him into a headstone, call me Medusa
Then I'll be sinking a fucking Guinness in the boozer
Limoncello the colour upon the Panamera
Got a tool in the glovvy, I don't mean Black & Decker
Flippin' jabbin' a fella like I'm Conor McGregor
Then I'm making him disappear like I'm Penn & Teller
Gripping him up and slamming him down
I still look slick in me tux when I'm having 'em out
I run amok, kiss on the ring, the king of the town
I roll it up, puff of the booj, a can of the stout
Get down, licking the shots, I'm nicking his watch
I'm hopping out, poppin' the top like Jack In The Box
I dish 'em out, chopping the rocks and dropping 'em off
And I'll be running up the digits like I'm Top of the Pops

[Bridge: Pete & Bas]
Birds whistle when I walk like this
Best listen when I talk like this
I'm outside on the curb with me tats out
If he's hard, he can try chalk line this
Chain swinging when I walk like this
Heads bopping when I talk like this
I'm outside on the curb with the straps out
Have a laugh, you ain't gonna chalk line shit
[Chorus: Pete & Bas]
I spin fellas, my swing quicker than Federer
I serve packets, they bounce back on the regular
And I'ma tell a hussie, "Sing for me, T-Pain"
Your mumma's hooked on the packs I been selling her
I click hammers and bang 'em and let my nuts hang
I fill his head with the lead like a mukbang
The magazine make me lean when I walk
And the drumstick'll make an head bang like a punk band