Aitch - GSD lyrics

slammed out the SVR, it look like Hulk or suttin’ Spent this money to live comfortably, I don’t stunt for nuttin’ 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 the bu*ton Little pussy said he looked for me, he must be bluffin’ Me, I’m from the M, a couple cut-ins and some guns are bustin’ Half a ticket for a crib I don’t live in, I just come to fu*k in Double for my mumzy’s, hundred-thousand, boy, that’s under budget In Newton Heath for couple Z’s, we’re ’bout to hit the M-way Took the roof up off the Bentley ’cause I need some headspace But fu*k a coupe unless it’s Keegs, me, I fu*k with Bentaygs Forty-thousand feet up on a jet plane, I can’t hear what them say Still breezin’ through on Moston Lane Rollie cost a box of caine, me and you are not the same (Yeah) Need that Prezi 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 Walk with me through all the pain Pull up, blowin’ ganja, screamin’ “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 ghost again Hit the thickest chick in Paris singing Digga’s adlibs (Hahaha) Had her coming screaming “Woi”, I went and did a madness Put the pussy on repeat, I think that thing’s attractive When I’m done pushin’ on her cheeks, I tell her “Fling it backwards” Put the footage on a screen, it’s fu*kin’ cinematic Then she su*k it like she mean it, this one been a savage (Ooh) Them likkle rubbers ain’t convenient, need a bigger jacket But honestly, the pussy’s so sweet, I didn’t think to wrap it 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, a couple ketwigs on some gunplay I heard your tune, it’s all white noise Youngest in charge ’cause every move I make’s 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’ve 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 fu*k who you think the best is, I’m gettin’ poundsss