[Intro]
Let's do this ting
Young Aitch, Manny way
Every time, you know the score
Yeah, yow

[Verse 1]
It's like they think I got a chip on my shoulder
I just can't believe you half believe what Twitter has told ya
Bare Minajes, loads of Cardi B's, let Insta control ya
Post a pic and say "It's lit", oh how you live for exposure
I was younger, all I wanted was a crib an' a whip
Now I'm looking at bringing home a BRIT with my chick
Fresh suit in the bitch, looking slicker than Rick
Some young bosses at the table wanna sit on my click, yeah
I set the scene, my record clean, I'm in the Premier League
Forget the sheet then let me speak, now wanna get a piece
Just let me breathe, give me some P's, I need to bless the beat
I've been peppering for weeks, I barely get to sleep
But man, it stepping to the beat, she best be stepping neat
Too much tekkers every week, I just refreshed the heat
Jealousy, a sense of enviousness when we meet
But that's alright, it's certain you ain't affecting me, yeah
Never been a snake, do it with my eyes closed, I never been awake
Feeling like a zombie, smokin' lemons to the face
Broski belling me, telling me "They're not ready for you, Aitch"
Never been a prick, yow, I always say it how it is
I'd rather buy myself a crib than go buy myself a brick
Got some donnies that are ridin', always slidin' in the whip
And some donnies that just chill an' drink ciders in the clique
Straight out o' Manny, I'm in Moston or the heath
If I be fucking up the music, bossy got me in the streets
Got this pretty one telling me I'm cocky when I speak, like she doesn't know she's gonna get the cocky when we meet, heh
Stop it gossiping, no one's bother bothering
Honestly brudda nothing you telling me soundin' promising
Studio, the bando, I'm whipping it and I'm lockin' it
Cooking up a banger, releasin' it and they coppin' it
Oh, yeah, she back it up nice
Don't pretend you're prestige, you've been active all night
Fuck her in ice, get the balance all right
Girl, you've had a full bottle, you're still acting all shy
Listen, check you've got your twist, I'm a gent
Pull up with some gifts like it's Christmas again
Always call me reckless, say I'm sick in the 'ead
But I swear there ain't any other chick in my bed
So stop the accusation baby, I ain't tryna do you wrong
I just wanna fuck you wit' the music on
Yeah I could've cheated on some Louboutin's
But you know you're really lucky if I use my tongue (Yeah)
Just give the time and the place
I know you ain't shy, why you hidin' your face?
Whisper in my ear, yeah, you like what I say
Slide in and slide out, I ain't sliding away
But I'm sick of people saying they the GOAT
Said he waviest on road, but you ain't sailin' on my boat
This ain't "Who can get it faster", this is, "Who can make the most"
So I ain't giving you a penny, I suggest you take a note
You ain't got it how I get it but I bet you wouldn't know
Concentrating on your bitch? Go put your focus on your dough
Used to question if I bust, now men are using me to blow
How I done it, that's for you to find out and me to know
Check it big-drip, you look like every other fucker
Just look at how Balenciaga runner done ya
Sheep is the only title I can put you under
Listen, I don't give a fuck, you better run for cover
Think I care about your bullets or your younger brudda?
Some self snitches, swear your bitches must be undercover
You ain't bad, that's case closed, I got to pull a shutter
I ain't bad I won't stab you, but I'll uppercut ya, yeah
[Outro]
101Barz, Young Aitch
Manchester way every time