Give a fuck who's best in the scene I'm in my own lane cutting cheques with the team Man thought he could try testing the Gs Now the carpet's red like step and repeat Bake a cake and get to the cream Got bags full of sand, no Sex on the Beach She got cake, I'ma get me a piece I ain't pulling her face when I'm stretching the cheeks Ain't gotta spend eight racks on it Nando's black card in a Maybach wallet Re-re on my ASAP Rocky Won't invest if it don't make back profit I can't put no babies In someone who don't even make no wages I know times hard, society's failing But girl just get off your arse and do something Pulled up to the new function At the front door man had the queue jumping Got gyal in my ear while the tune's bumping Let's cut to the chase though, who's fucking? All facts, I don't do stunting Pick any emcee, who are you trusting? Roll through, man's Canada Goose hunting Yeah Picked her up, got shorty confused She can't open the car cah the door goes upwards I don't do it all for the views Man know who we are but I'm bored so fuck yous Young OG in this ting Look, I know the game's 'bout more than numbers But I still sold most in my city Don't know, you're more than slumbered Slept on man cah the battery's dead Don't trap but they're catching Z's Rude boy, better make sure your gang's in check 'Cause I'll spin man's set like I'm scratching decks All them lies in the booth, start acting, you've got the BAFTAs next Pussy'ole stop hiding the truth and capping, there ain't no rappers left They don't want man back on mic No second thoughts, I just tap it twice So don't get fooled by flashing lights They can't rap like Aitch, let's have it right Man'll get headbutts and hooks It's fucked if I come with t'ugs in trucks Good luck tryna cut when you run from us If it's up, it's stuck, should've hushed it, shh True say if I push this clutch Then drop that gear, you'll be munching dust See a man go down like he fucks with Dutch In simpler words I'ma punch him up Test me, are you fucking nuts? Are you smoking things or bumping stuff? Tryna side eye man like something's up Till I slap man down 'cause he pushed his luck A-I-T-C-H, Big Shelly Shut down raves and I shut down telly Shut down beef or I shut down deli I shut down Keisha, I shut down - A-I-T-C-H, Big Shelly Shut down raves and I shut down telly Shut down beef or I shut down deli I shut down Keisha, I shut down Becky Let me set the pace Sold out tours, extra dates Two encores in every place So you know she a G if she's next to Aitch It's all good till it escalates Then police come round to investigate Tryna ask us how many drinks we've had Just look at us pussy and estimate Told man it gets cold up north But man still carry the pole in shorts Ain't just Nando's that are holding corn End up motionless for that motion talk But I'm not in no one's war I just do my ting, get my dough then walk Grab a gyal and go New York Now I'm laying the bed, not cold in chalk