Текст песни
What's poppin'
No control C, no paste
I'm so foreign
Save my Gs and queen
Ps keep calling
Slidin' bass, hold on, wait
No word in Polish
If you dunno them, Gs from OFB
Shoutout London
Shoutout Tottenham
And shoutout Leicester
Fuck the po- po-
The ting don't do the drugs so
Tripin' solo
Excuse me, pardon bando waiting until
Them finally prosper
But the draw outs are happening too got
The mandem doing up Marcus Rashford
Pause up, challenge
Ref be fuckin' savage
Count yo sins, taste em flavor (ayy)
Don't be jealous
Fuckin' madness
When I catch 'em capin'
Pop smoke feelings
Born in the trap, so I'ma die a fucking legend
Save my Gs, take care of the bando
Pain is deep, so love is random
Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger
For the streets, four plus four, hate me later
Hold up, save my Gs and save the bando
Got no love, we fuck them opps
Always random
Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger
On the wing like David Beckham, see you later
Ring, ring, delete
Please don't call me "sweetie"
When I'm missin' digits
Chasin' paper, feeds my feelings
Ate her titties for them flavor
She's my red-hot chilli
Love is tender
So I'm gentle when her pussy need it
Lick it and touch it, she counts me in no mathematics
Cash spent for fashion, so all the time I spend on passion
No lights or flashes
My skin is white, but drown in darkness
She fills my DM, but I didn't even look for caption
Save my Gs, take care of the bando
Pain is deep, so love is random
Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger
For the streets, four plus four, hate me later
Hold up, save my Gs and save the bando
Got no love, we fuck them opps
Always random
Save the queen, they'll be lurking like an Arsène Wenger
On the wing like David Beckham, see you later