Lyrics:
No man can ever call me junior
Say that I'm moving stupid
I don't hit town, drown my sorrows in Sambuca to act like Cupid
Rather stay at home be
Woah, woah, woah, woah
It's a trumpet (brass)
Hit me with the tea, no it's a crumpet
Tell her she ain't got a shot with the musket (pa pa pa)
I ain't
Man, damn, uh
Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Man (damn), deviated leather in this 911
Bend a corner, I'm on Hayes Street copping a windbreaker
Give me a second
Coz I need to get
My thoughts in check
The way you're treading
My decisions
I say
Off with your head
You a mess
Not a man
That I
ain't stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob
It's 3am
And thinking 'bout my thoughts late at night
I can't really sleep much
Cause I'm thinking 'bout you all up in my life
We just chillin
the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around this nob
If
I want the whole damn team on some dumb shit, jump it, pull it up, dump it uh
I blow up like a trumpet so you know I gotta eat it up like crumpets uh
making this money
Yea yep in a week
Man Push start with no keys
Rolling for free
I'm balling out yea
This ain't no spree
British no tea
Got crumpets on me
and taste this
Like a crumpet, come and crush this
I'm so pretty
I'm so thiccy
Stole your man, with just one kidney
Fucked a horse, and i'll fuck your mom too
and crumpets
I ain't ate this good, girl
You a good girl, I ain't bluffing
Reminiscing about Thanksgiving, with no thanks givin, we aint had nothing
I'm about
Or are you for Pocket
Are you my wife
Or are you my puppet
If you had the jam would I be the crumpet
Trumpets sounding in my head
Laying lonely in bed
If
Or are you for Pocket
Are you my wife
Or are you my puppet
If you had the jam would I be the crumpet
Trumpets sounding in my head
Laying lonely in bed
If
and crumpets with my pinky up
I'm ahead of the curve like I'm about to bust
Don't put down my drink, I got the juice so pick it back up
You know that I be turnt
in the pit with a bunch of man (yeah)
No point in thinking 'bout touching man
Let her meet the plug
Now she thinking about cuffing man
I'm sorry
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way
I got a gat, man, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with
you can brag about it
You've got to get the crumpet
So you can blow your own trumpet
And talking about football
When you couldn't really give a fuck
here
You tell your crew I tell my crew, We party all night
I stage dive off the top rope like Macho Man
If I hit your mama with an elbow then I'm
eating crumpets
Now I’m swerving as I ride
I can’t drive
Looking back I think I might of been a fuck up all my life
Least I’ll be a youngan when I die
Must
'Cause I'm listening to gigs and thinking they're the bad man dem
Look in the rave wavin' bandanas but don't wanna buy no shanks man dem
Some joke man
man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
What was you thinking the bitch you must have been
it
I'm a UK bad boy, just for the record
I like tea, but I don't like crumpets
Dirty Money and Boy Better Know together
That's crazy as hell
shake that ass)
You thinking about me, but I'm thinking about the cash (Thinking about the cash)
They don't want me to excel, I just take the shit
man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have
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