Krept & Konan - Champions League lyrics

[Intro: Konan] 1, 2 Aggression Yeah Aggression You know my ting already [Verse 1: Konan] They ain't gotta ask me 'cause they know what my pattern is Big batty girl, she wanna have my kids My bread's up, I've got a pocket full of sandwiches In the 7 with the savages I got something here for any n***a chatting sh** Straight jeans, can the cannon fit? I won a MOBO once, got the hang of it Now there's five in the cabinet I'm stressed out, I fill the Rizla with some cannabis Apple juice and a pack of crisps I just came off a jet, I've been travelling Getting head on the plane, she was talented Your man ain't nothing like us, don't be mad at him Pool on the roof, I just had a swim Big man stunting on the Gram like you're cashing in Still living with your mum, how embarra**ing Probably why these girls wanna swallow us I got more money than followers What you thinking lil idiots is stopping us My car foreign like some foreigners Helicopter to the show, fly by traffic Say you've got keys, think you're like Khaled Think you're stunting on me, what, with my balance? Bro your chain looks light, what's that? 9 karat? Be easy, you know how my friends get You can ask Charlie or Semtex 'Cause this is Champion League sh** You ain't even in the Prem yet Thirty bottles in the club, I know, what a waste Said she got a man but they're on a break Man know how I operate Yeah we rap but me and you are not the same [Verse 2: Krept] Shout out to the one that said I can't blow Now I bet you're feeling like an arsehole 25th floor in a bathrobe f**ing hell, we did it n***a, bravo I told n***as like Fargo Heard you dropped something, where the chart though? Drop tops, fast cars oh Taking off the roof like Pablo f** them n***as, they ain't real as us You wanna roll, you ain't lit enough My house so high, I'll bun the wiz About to rain a minute before the rest of the city does All these rappers think they've got the sauce out 'Til I drop a new tune, take the sauce back Why they getting heavy on the ball sack Let the phone ring, you'll never get a call back Man these n***as must be getting sick of me Me and your babymum got history Man the hood can't get rid of me Still skrr, skrr around Tickle Me Ain't buying hoes sh**, they ain't tricking me You n***as buying, buying like Ribery Man a hoe couldn't get a kiss off me (I heard you had to buy a Tiffany) Yeah we had a couple setbacks Went gold, got a fresh plaque G4 full of n***as on it That's what I call jet black They locked bro, n***a free Atz Now my n***a tryna get a deep cat When I was broke, couldn't relax Rain or the storms, I was tryna make a G sack [Outro: Krept] You understand Play Dirty every f**ing time man