[Dirtbike LB:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah
Call it
Inside the Urus, it’s black and red, now I’m feelin’ like Dennis
I been on the field, I been in the court, now it’s feelin’ like tennis
She only keep fuckin’ on him ‘cause she young, hurt and just jealous
I put three hundred thou’ on the manor and Lamb’ and it’s comin’ with extras
Broken planets in the back of my T but I think I need guidance (Think I need guidance)
Honda or Ford when I go on a glide, now I’m sitting in silence (Shh)
I spent fourty-two on the yacht but it could’ve been a block or ISIS (Shh)
We’re at Novikov but they couldn’t see a lot ‘cause we sittin’ in diamonds (Uh)
This winter cold, I need a winter coat (Winter coat)
No petrol in the the Lamb’, baby, go and take the Rolls (Take the Rolls)
How you bad when you fully clothed? (Fully clothed)
I call my brother’s strip, he good, he’s always got a pole (Got it)
[Dirtbike LB and Young Adz:]
Inside the Urus, it’s black and red, now I’m feelin’ like Dennis
I been on the field, I been in the court, now it’s feelin’ like tennis
She only keep fuckin’ on him ‘cause she young, hurt and just jealous
I put three hundred thou’ on the manor and Lamb’ and it’s comin’ with extras (Ski, ski)
[Young Adz:]
Three-thirty on the Lamb’, three-thirty in ‘Dam, this summer two hundred in Cannes
I sent postals out to the can, I sent baddies out to go and get tans
I’m in the AP showroom with my rams (Yeah)
I parked up, chopper in the van (Yeah)
I do what I want ‘cause I can, the streets done turned to boys (Brr)
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell she a ho from her grandma (Ski, ski)
She suck it good, she like a twenty-five-year-old grandma (Ski, ski)
On the PJ, praying to the east, bad bitch from Harlem saying I’m unique
Tell me what the fuck you paying for your piece, tell me what the fuck you paying for your piece
‘Cah we flyin’ ’em, young, turnt, lit nigga racked up in the car, drunk-driving
If we beat this mini AK anywhere in the city, they ain’t sending out Trident (Bow, bow)
T charge for this bine, yeah, we don’t throw gang signs, yeah
Not one Chanel, five, yeah, she done lost her mind (Yah)
[Dirtbike LB:]
Inside the Urus, it’s black and red, now I’m feelin’ like Dennis
I been on the field, I been in the court, now it’s feelin’ like tennis
She only keep fuckin’ on him ‘cause she young, hurt and just jealous
I put three hundred thou’ on the manor and Lamb’ and it’s comin’ with extras
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