[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Bro we all missin'
We got some pieces of our life
And sh** that's gone missin'
My younger out there with his cutter
Man he's gone fishin'
And you can end up on the teef
For all that sneak dissin'
My favourite ting she hate me
She was so perfect
She gave me her heart
And she told me
"Baby don't hurt it"
But I slept with one of hers
And Bro it wasn't worth it
My savage side was speakin' to me
Like my name was Kermit
Send me any type of riddim
Bro you know I'll merk it
I'm double dashing on these olders
Man I've done the circuit
I got my Turkish yat convinced
That I know Turkish
But when she get to talking
I act like I never heard it
I got j**ellery in my mouth
And I got money on me
Now all these girls
They're tryna stick
Like there was honey on me
Shout out all my old friends
Who turned scummy on me
Cuz' I got Jamrock in the clip
And I got gully on me
And I wear trakkies every day
Like I'm doing jogging
And I was out there bussin' d**
While you n***as snoggin'
I want that cake all to myself
Man that money hoggin'
And tell your bro
We got the smoke
So stop with all the boggin'
Girls will pree me
Then act like say they really never
My uni girl she give me brain
I think she really clever
I got leathers in the bag that bag is really leather
Last year you said you was that man but I'm clearly better
Yeah
[Hook: AJ Tracey]
n***as say they stable
But twitchin'
All my brodies
Whip it in the kitchen
You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'
You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'
n***as say they stable
But twitchin'
All my brodies
Whip it in the kitchen
You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'
You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'
[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
They ain't really with the sh**s
They just say they're savage
I call my Exes David Moyes
I guess they couldn't manage
My girl Hannah speakin' French
I just had to tan it
And she was switchin' like Montana
Told her don't panic
I had [?] on my bag and n***as thought it's Louis
I had some p**y n***as hating
Dickhead, go and sue me
No you can't stop what God has written
Man I live this movie
And I got
Bare bruddahs, hundreds of different bruddahs
Everybody just wan' make a decent wage out for their mothers
I'm from the gutters
n***as with big cutters
And I'll tell her block my number if she brings a friend that's bu*ters (b**h)
Posting bacon with ribenas at the corner store
I tell my Spanish ting she gorgeous I might hit it raw
Bring some yatties for my n***as
They just pour the four
And if they're dead I'm calling ubers
What you brought 'em for?
I tasted money now I'm hooked I need it more and more
My girls do yoga, they do gym and they do only core
And all these guys just wanna beef me
Go and do your chores
Go and look after your yout
Bro he's only four
[Hook: AJ Tracey]
n***as say they stable
But twitchin'
All my brodies
Whip it in the kitchen
You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'
You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'
n***as say they stable
But twitchin'
All my brodies
Whip it in the kitchen
You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'
You gon' make me call my bros for the 'Smith N'