Intro:
Woo! (Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh)
Woo! (Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh)
If you thought I ain’t gonna talk my shit you were smoking on spice!
Huh, Please refrain from playin wit me, I am not that guy!
Verse 1:
Living a movie and I’m in the lead (uhuh)
I’m a simple guy, I’ll pull up with 1,2,3,4,5,6 Gs
I flooded my bitch, I flooded my wrist, what you know 'bout tsunamis
Man got in his bag, what you know 'bout a bag, this bag can’t fit in my jeans
Chorus:
Ahh, You could call me Grandpa Max, Hawaiian clothes!
Uh, You could call me Fireman Sam, I’ll bring the hoes!
She goes to uni but on the weekends she’s climbing poles!
Her boyfriend‘s having a mental breakdown, go wipe his nose!
Verse 2:
Yeah I get it I get it, you hate that I’m living my life, I get it
The minute you realise I’m on a whole 'nother fucking wave, you stressing
Clutching the zip of my Prada pouch, you’d think that I’m carrying a weapon
I’m tryna get to the top of the game, like Putin, but no point in Russian
The pack just landed (ouweeee), huh, smell like cologne
I made a proposition with the plug to sell me shit outa this world
I put a gram in the riz and suddenly I’m feeling under control
I told her, she could pick out the new rolly but baby I’m picking the stones
Verse 3:
Keeping it quiet, double life, why’d you think that I roll wit 2 phones?
Whole bunch of colours on my neck, why’d you think that I’m comin 2 toned?
Shorty’s a freak, I hit from the back, I feel like I’m Indiana Jones
Shorty’s a freak, I hit from the back, I feel like I’m...
In this game you can’t take this shit personal
Where my flowers, I know I deserve 'em all
Suit and tie, I come like a barman cuz tonight we gon servem all
Real London boy we make the rules, middle finger to the Parliament
I was outside in a Rover truck, but soon I’ll pull up in a Cullinan!
Chorus:
Ahh, You could call me Grandpa Max, Hawaiian clothes!
Uh, You could call me Fireman Sam, I’ll bring the hoes!
She goes to uni but on the weekends she’s climbing poles!
Her boyfriend‘s having a mental breakdown, go wipe his nose!
