[Intro]
Beema's and Benz's
Now I'm getting looks from all these peng tings
My money and my clip extended
They're like "You went in before you went in"
This shit's never ending
My trap line booming
Presidential like Trump and Putin
I'll pull up to the sales with the roof down
I tell my young G's "Keep it moving"

[Verse 1]
There's no way we're losing
I'm Andy Murray on my block, I'm serving
My trap phone Cardi B, it's twerking
I'm posted up in Highgate with my hittas
Trackie's a hundred quid, this Roley's five figures
Floyd Mayweathеr the way I give you a box
And I don't party, I just buy Beema's and Glocks
Yes thеy know Smokes, I don't make radio songs
I'm still giving work, tell them "Pay me when it's gone"

[Hook]
How many times I blew the feds? And I'd do it again
All the times she give me neck, tell her do it again
How much times I blew my skeng, and I'd do it again
Do this shit for my bros locked again and again
[Verse 2]
Two nights in the Radisson, seventeenth floor
Two bricks in the car like I ain't been jail before
Put a box in the van, I don't work for DHL
I still send packs myself like Royal Mail
If my Y.G.'s broke I'm the one he turns to
Throw him half a B, he catches it like bird flu
To tell the truth I don't wanna go jail again
But I still make my heat rise like 5AM
I don't do drill music, done a hundred drills
Ask the Crown Prosecution, I ain't one to squeal
These Dior's that I wear, eight-hundred for the pair
Same price the Moncler's, I've been copping 'em for years
There's nothing that I fear in this world apart from God
Your boyfriend's broke, well I'll give his ass a job
And I don't care if any of this music sells
I get bricks every week and I put them on the scales
Three-litre Beema and it's bi-turbo
If I sack my worker he don't get paid, no furlough
Turn these fake rappers off, I can't hear that shit
I'm still doing roadworks like the M6

[Pre-Chorus]
Beema's and Benz's
Now I'm getting looks from all these peng tings
My money and my clip extended
They're like "You went in before you went in"
This shit's never ending
My trap line booming
Presidential like Trump and Putin
I'll pull up to the sales with the roof down
I tell my young G's "Keep it moving"
[Hook]
How many times I blew the feds? And I'd do it again
All the times she give me neck, tell her do it again
How much times I blew my skeng, and I'd do it again
Do this shit for my bros locked again and again