[Chorus]
Spitting with the hats
Spitting the kicks and the claps
Send man a transfer BACS
My name's staying on the map
Yeah, spitting with the hats
Spitting the kicks and the claps
Send man a transfer BACS
My name's staying on the map
[Verse]
Stand back, let me launch an attack
Bumbahole, I got bars on tap
Everybody's got a wap until the wap jams up
Look now, ain't nobody got a wap
No cap, I was in a room trapped
The trap stinks like vomit and cats
The trap stinks like garbage bags
Real trap man know it's real talk when I chat
570S it's all black
Being here, you coulda never called back
'Cause you wish that I woulda quit
But I can't fall back
You will never get the passport back
Done all the half talk chat
'Cause, I run all the forecourt inna these flats
I came to let all the people know
I only come with the facts
Stand back when I chat, let me ransack
I plan forward, I never plan back
Me number one, they could never stand back
But I got the juice to sell so let me can that
Anything they can't control, they ban that
Then they tax the sh*t like 'take some of that'
Everybody looking wanna make some of that
Hm, bread, let's break some of that
Yo, gyal ah want thrills
Catch me in the club with a Zeze Mills
Yeah, gyal ah wan' flex
It's okay gyal, flex on your ex
'Cause you heard that your man was with a gyal inna Straford Rex
And he didn't answer your text
Your friend told you, now you're vexed
She was like, "what'd you expect?"
Me and my gyal are fine
I don't want yours, I only want mine
Buy a house, hers and mine
Buy a land, hers and mine
Buy a car, hers and mine
For the one bag of gyal, I ain't got no time
'Cause some gyal wanna be cruel to be kind
Mind your business, I will mind mine
William, get a million
I beg unnu fi listen the style I'm giving 'em
Put your hands in the air, haha
Give me some years, I'll be a millionaire, haha
I told them like
William, get a million
I beg unnu fi listen the style I'm giving 'em
Put your hands in the air, haha
Give me a year, I'll be a millionaire, haha
I told them like it's Wiley and I'm getting 'em hyper
I get 'em dirty like a baby diaper
Who's on the riddim? The lyrical sniper
All bad bwoy dem fi flash your lighter
Wiley and I'm getting 'em hyper
I get 'em dirty like a baby diaper
Who's on the riddim? The lyrical sniper
All bad bwoy dem fi flash your lighter
See me just ah creep pon di riddim like a spider
Nuff ah dem are my yout, nuff ah dem are minor
I'm a cold rider, gyal finder
Now we're gonna kill it with a 16 liner
Draw for the niner
You thought I was a first timer
I'm the Roll Deep rhymer
Watch when I come, I'ma be a chart climber
Now we gotta kill it with the-
Oi, stupid
You don't wanna come here and be stupid
The last soundboy that tried to be stupid
Left in a bodybag, stupid
That's what he got for being stupid
Oi, stupid
You don't wanna come here and be stupid
The last soundboy that tried to be stupid
Left in a bodybag, stupid
That's what he got for being stupid
[Chorus]
Spitting with the hats
Spitting the kicks and the claps
Send man a transfer BACS
My name's staying on the map
Yeah
Spitting with the hats
Spitting the kicks and the claps
Send man a transfer bats
My name's staying on the map, like