Intro

Yeah Heard the devil a liar, pull up in Prada (skrrt) Spliff in my mouth, dreads on my head, live like a Rasta (bumba') Stick in my hand, bang on the drum, live like a rockstar (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow) At the traffic light tryna see which car go faster (skrrt) I got the Wraith, I do not whip an Impala, oh (no) I make a mil', phone, SIM and a charger Stupid boy, go sit in the corner Lower your tone, have some manners when you're speaking to the father My YG split your wig like a barber One phone call, then you're dead by mañana Insomnia 2, dick in her throat, it's 7 AM (oh Gard) I guess she got insomnia too Don't need a pot, whip an M in the booth If I'm in the stu' with Skeppy and A There could be a, in the room (boaw) Sippin' this Wray', 'cause A buss case My niggas stick to the truth I'm in the Moncler store Can I get the jacket with the fur please? If I am sittin' in jail, then I am tellin' them load up the servery Strap on me, fashion week in my new Burberry Givenchy, got racks on me And I came up from the fuckin' dirt --- Intro - Skepta, Chip and Young Adz