[Intro: GoldLink]
You be flaunting this shit in front of my face
You fuckin' him is a spit on my face
You make me mad as fuck but I stay, hmm, yeah
You be flaunting this shit in front of my face, yeah
You fuckin’ him is a spit on my face, yeah
You make me mad as fuck but I stay, yeah
You be flaunting this shit in front of my face
You fuckin' him is a spit on my—

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah
Yeah, guess who up in this bitch
Ridin' ’round, lookin' for the [?]
When I clutch up my motherfuckin' stick
Still, run [they most?]
I don't need to wild out, got four hitters on my rib
That's right here
Still got four hundred n***as in the London streets who already here
With no fear
East London, West London
Always down south for my boys from the hill, yeah
Guess who up in this bitch?
Ridin' 'round, lookin' for the [?]
When I clutchin’ my stick
Still, run [they most?]
I don’t need to wild out, got four hitters on my rib
That's right here
Still got four hundred n***as in the London streets who already here
With no fear
North London, South London
Guess who up in this bitch?
[Verse 2: PinkPantheress]
I wrote you so many letters
Not that any of it matters
Because I forget that you lost me
I don’t wanna keep it together
Just 'cause we don't get one another
I tried to find the same in different guys
I wrote you so many letters
Not that any of it matters
Because I forget that you lost me
I don't wanna keep it together
Just ’cause we don't get one another
I tried to find the same in different guys
I tried to find the same in different guys
I tried to find the same in different guys
I wrote you so many letters
Not that any of it matters
Because I forget that you lost me
I don't wanna keep it together
Just 'cause we don't get one another
I tried to find the same in different guys

[Outro: GoldLink]
Guess who's back in this bitch?
Guess who's back in this—