Me And My Songtext

Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz, I ain't gotta put D in this girl

Still pushing that hard food
Re-up just came in a rucksack, now I got a nine on my back like Lukaku
These guys ain't in the field but they talk a good game like Alan Pardew
I bet when I pass through
Pull up and wind these tints, make everyone spring like I'm holding on R2
Smoke on me, no [?], on sight beef, can't keep it parked off
Sleep with a wap right next to my bed, then I make that ring like alarm clocks
Girls wanna be apart of my future, ever since I took my mask off
Bad B come to the nizz for the D, wanna like my G's on the Farm blocks
All the waps that I'm buyin' for the team but I don't play for Munich
Got a spinner with six and a loaded nine, nigga don't be stupid
Verified in the streets, I don't need no blue ticks
Every rap that I wrote is real, when I talk about drill, that's me and my music

I was 15 in the T house weighing up grams with me and my scales
Had to run down opps with cardio, gotta take care of me and my health
I was locked down on basic, no cell mate, just me and myself
Now I eat dinner in Mayfair when I get hungry, me and my girl I was 16 when I slept with the dots in a room, just me and that 12
Had to fist man up in Portland, it's been a little while since I did it in Felts
I was locked down on basic, gone for my mash, it was me and my meal
Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz, I ain't gotta put D in this girl

Run that tap, sprinkle that water
I was trying to make sure it was maximum prof' [?] flinging that [?]
Trap phone bling all night, been tryna get Richard and Porter
Both conspiracy to supply and AMs, got [?] of this borer
Nuttin' ain't change, he's still no older, gotta save space for the spinners on the tour bus
My young boys doing quite well with this sawn off, that's metal proper spinning like Flora
I tell her just get the bread and get to the sterling just like De Bruyne
That's more bread to go spend on copper
Another new wap to test, hit the opp block, let's play Shaolin Soccer
Them man talkers, that's why shh got bored up
And gang don't talk much, that's why shh got corned up
Ring, ring, trap, tryna get the cash from the ceiling to the floor up
Them man think we got beef 'till I'm over them side tryna lift mans force up

I was 15 in the T house weighing up grams with me and my scales
Had to run down opps with cardio, gotta take care of me and my health
I was locked down on basic, no cell mate, just me and myself
Now I eat dinner in Mayfair when I get hungry, me and my girl
I was 16 when I slept with the dots in a room, just me and that 12
Had to fist man up in Portland, it's been a little while since I did it in Felts
I was locked down on basic, gone for my mash, it was me and my meal
Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz, I ain't gotta put D in this girl