GSD - Aitch

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 pussy 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

Roley 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

Her stalking when she saw the cake

Roley cost a quarter Wraith

Yeah, walk with me 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 GOATs, 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 ad libs

Had her coming, screaming (Woi!), I went and did a madness

Put the pussy 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 pussy 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 hear 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