[Intro: Burna Bandz]
Skirr
Ooh
Everything 2x you know how i'm rocking Wass gang

[Verse 1: Burna Bandz]
Bro said he seen his soul crossover
I brought the Glock 26 Kyle Korver
Get the bag gone never been a hoarder
Grind like my favourite baller it was Richie Porter
Aye, I'm a bad sport won't pass I'ma score
Fill the dome wit' the [?]
Ridin' that bitch like I stole it
Bus down your block like it's Gordon
Hoppin' out and we approach 'em
He best be prayin'
I'm hopin' these glizzy's gon' burn him and toast him
And the trap steady open
Dope in the pot look like lotion
Water on me from the ocean
He wanna ball I'ma coach him
We doin' drills wit' no coachin'
She wanna rock all my ice just to post it
All day countin' dirty money man I ain't even soap it
N***as they bitches I know this, I keep my savages closest
Try to figure out who's real from who's fake like a young n***a got psychosis
If it's one man they bring out it's explosives
This ain't the NBA but the lil' bitch say I'm chosen
Diamonds they hittin' like Hogan
Fifth strike knock 'em all down like bowling, mhmm
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Told a lil' n***a ain't nothin' sweet
Told a lil' n***a ain't nothin' sweet
Boy don't gamble wit' your life
You know my n***as play for keeps
She fuck me and Press Machine
Money talk it ain't cheap
Or she want Burna's tweet
They undercover not the sheet

[Verse 2: SupaWassi]
Told that lil' bitch ain't shit sweet
When you suck don't use your teeth
Glock .45 don't like neens
Came up trappin' wit' the fiends
I make money in my dreams
And I rock thousand dollar jeans
$100 the cup don't spill my lean
My neck water VV's
Gucci sneaks they cost a G
Take your life just like it's free
Plug on the board like got it neat
Don't look down you in the streets
These n***as ain't shooters they aim for knees
My wrist icy you can ski
I get the bag and then I leave
Couple bitches say I'm mean
'Cause ain't shit sweet lil' ho'
I get the bag and then I go
Only money convos on this phone
If it ain't racks then get dial tone
Told M Sav to aim for his nose
My n***as doin' time they pose
I got birds in the air they crow's
I got hittas east to west coast
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Told a lil' n***a ain't nothin' sweet
Told a lil' n***a ain't nothin' sweet
Boy don't gamble wit' your life
You know my n***as play for keeps
She fuck me and Press Machine
Money talk it ain't cheap
Or she want Burna's tweet
They undercover not the sheet

[Verse 3: Tax Hard]
She a freak she nothin' special
Askin' me don't take it gentle
Bent her over made her tremble
I fold her legs into a pretzel
She beggin' me on her knees
I told her ain't nothin' sweet
Waistline she felt that metal
Head game will make you mental
She fucked me and Burna Bandz
She expectin' couple bands
Yeah right but I sauced it up
Gave her notes still tossed it out
Gave her the boot I tossed her out
She a freak she wanted clout
Take about her man comin' bring him through I'll run him down
SupaWassi in the cut, she came back and gave it up, ah
Couldn't hold back when she came and backed it up
She got skill it turned hectic
Ass shakin' she's impressive
Plan B I get my rest in
I beat it up no domestic
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Told a lil' n***a ain't nothin' sweet
Told a lil' n***a ain't nothin' sweet
Boy don't gamble wit' your life
You know my n***as play for keeps
She fuck me and Press Machine
Money talk it ain't cheap
Or she want Burna's tweet
They undercover not the sheet