GSD

(Whyjay) Yo, slimed out the SVR, it look like Hulk or something Spend this money to live comfortably, I don't stunt for nothin' Culli' cost a quarter, couldn't insure it, 'cause I'm young and bussin' Keys for all the cribs, but for the Urus I just push a button Little p***y said he'd look for me, he must be bluffin' Me, I'm from the M, a couple cuttings and some guns are bussin' Half a ticket for a crib I don't live in, I just come to fuck in Double for my mumsy's, hundred thousand, boy, that's under budget In Newton Heath a couple zeds, we 'bout to hit the M-way Took the roof up off the Bentley 'cause I need some headspace But fuck a coupe unless it's Keed, see, me I fuck with Bentaygs Forty-thousand feet up on the jet plane, I can't hear what them say (hahaha) (Still bree-) Still breezing through on Moston Lane Rollie cost a box of 'caine, me and you are not the same Yeah, need that Presi' with the chocolate face Never had no enemies, hit fame, now I got opps for days Yeah, no talking, I'm like Stormzy's mate Stalking when she saw the cake Rollie cost a quarter Wraith Yeah, walk with me through all the pain Pull up, blowing ganja, screaming, "Sorry if I'm sorta late" Get the bag put half away and then we go again Tell a rapper, "Test me, you won't have a show again" Woke up feeling kosher, hit the roads and go and blow a ten These pussies think they're G.O.A.T.s, I'll give 'em hope if I go ghost again (Aitch, tu me manques) (Quand est-ce que tu reviens me voir a Paris?) Yeah, hit the thickest chick in Paris, singing Digga's adlibs Had her coming, screaming (woi), I went and did a madness Put the p***y on repeat, I think that thing attractive When I'm done pushing on her cheeks, I tell her fling it backwards Put the footage on a screen, I think it's fucking cinematic And she suck it like she mean it, this one been a savage Them likkle rubbers ain't convenient, need a bigger jacket But honestly, the p***y so sweet I didn't think the wrap it, huh Driveway look like a runway Doors on the spaceship come electric like the front gate Splash on what I need to keep my family from the streets So I got cameras in the trees and couple ketwigs on some gunplay (grrrt) I heard your tune, it's all white noise Youngest in charge 'cause every move I make is my choice But still I ask myself the same questions every night Is my music gonna bang and does Snoochie like white boys? 'Bout my business, I never been one for clout Stayed on top for four years, I ain't ever been on a drought Made some money off my music, invested to spread it out Couldn't give a fuck who you think the best is, I'm getting pounds --- GSD - Aitch