[Verse 1]
What's up? Need £5 for the top up
Call up my boys, say, "What's up?"
Rob that house for the crop up
House need robbing and the mark' bought
Dominos everywhere, got fucked up
Come for the Klan, get locked up
Got one call, no top up (Uh, dutty)
Bitch, my hands like pudding
Can't sleep with ya, mans not fummy
Not right now, was told I was ugly
Tables turn, now bitch your chubby
Now where I am so sunny
Hold tight, your tits need money
Ship just sank a couple meters
No eggplant, not right now
No n***a, it my fifth sense
SoulSwipe, nickname, call it for my lead pipe
Dream banana got my shit right
Tin pan just got me on my neck bite

[Verse 2]
Snake, so many bites on my back, I had to times my rate
Done with my tier, for fam' I have to split my cake
Can't even debate, triple the commons
Fish for digits, equals the drama
Am I the problem? Gimme the problems
I'm the solver, gimme the profits
Fuck it, miniscule budget
Fuck with the bank and I head with the musket
Hurt your feelings, pump by a cut
This where I got some, my boy, don't touch it
Check for collabs, need the maturity
Childish banks for the lease, no budget
Bank can't cup it, don't believe, just suck it
Stress for the fam' so I know it's worth it
Dripped up, soaked up the function
Mosh pit, catch concussion
Dawgs who waltz for assumption
Fresh with the meat, heavy with the trunction
Brackets stick like suction
I'm fly, buzz like a chip
Blacked out, traffic jam, talk to the Ritz
Don't need dress codes, sick with the fit (Uh)
Sick with the fit, covenants pro, so I act so legit
Time sure flies with the Audemar wrist
Too many times that I pause to this shit
Dutty