(suspenseful music)
♪ You know ♪
♪ I spy with my little eye, yes ♪
♪ Something beginning with F, what ♪
♪ Fuckboys doing up net, fuckboys ♪
♪ Talking real, real ♪
♪ We're the last ones left, the last ♪
♪ Suck your mudda', ha ♪
♪ I said it with chest, you know ♪
♪ I spy with my little eye, yes ♪
♪ Something beginning with F, what ♪
♪ Fuckboys doing up net, fuckboys ♪
♪ Talking real, real ♪
♪ We're the last ones left, the last ♪
♪ Suck your mudda', ha ha ♪
♪ I said it with chest, you know, play dirty ♪
♪ We don't believe your raps ♪
♪ Keep thinking your Mr. Muscle ♪
♪ 'Til you see the flash ♪
♪ You don't want bros turning up ♪
♪ Stolen car, burning clutch ♪
♪ I hid the mash in my aunties toilet ♪
♪ Panicking every time I heard it flush ♪
♪ They do it for the 'gram, the 'gram ♪
♪ But they don't do it for their family, that's right ♪
♪ They bought Loubs for a thousand likes ♪
♪ And his son chose a beat-up like Anthony ♪
♪ There's a couple real rappers that's actually on it ♪
♪ But most of the industries fake ♪
♪ The police nicked me then they nicked some of my mates ♪
♪ I feel cursed ♪
♪ It's like a took a picture with Drake, mad ♪
♪ I'm white, rich, and gangster, ask about me ♪
♪ My name holds weight, that's right ♪
♪ My weed's greener than the back of man's neck, yeah ♪
♪ After he takes off his fake gold chain ♪
♪ I'm so East London ♪
♪ I'm so West Ham but when it's beef man ♪
♪ Step out with Arsenal ♪
♪ I'm the white money making Mitch ♪
♪ But my gun's light skin like Meghan Markle ♪
♪ Put your phone down and spill some juice, hey, beat it ♪
♪ You snooze and you lose cuz ♪
♪ when we come 'round you know what we do, brr, boom, boom ♪
♪ I could put up some articles ♪
♪ From when the surgeons treats on mans wounds, clap ♪
♪ All they wan' do it for the net ♪
♪ And not avenge their friends, some fuckin' fools, nerds ♪
♪ Way before I slapped corn at man, bow ♪
♪ I tested my shank work first, whoosh ♪
♪ Swing that, dig it and turn it, whoosh ♪
♪ Went so good like a man rehearsed, yeah ♪
♪ The only time I done it for the net ♪
♪ Was when a fuckboy ran with his cheff, yeah ♪
♪ And lord knows that I never had nuttin' ♪
♪ And the bludclart still done legs ♪
♪ Other than that, I just shank and kweff ♪
♪ I spy sumtin' beginning with F, frauds ♪
♪ All of my opps are nerds, come on ♪
♪ Judge weren't laying no eggs ♪
♪ But he tried give me a bird ♪
♪ Been a bad boy from birth, long time ♪
♪ Man can't tell me 'bout works, how ♪
♪ I was on the opp block Sunday ♪
♪ Tryna catch man comin' from church, real talk ♪
♪ Right now I'm just stackin' my paper, racks ♪
♪ Cuz you know money come first ♪
♪ Plug don't come from Jamaica, nah ♪
♪ But the food still got jerked, ha-ha ♪
♪ In the penthouse suite with a bad bitch ♪
♪ Starting to get on my nerves ♪
♪ Dressed in Italian fabric ♪
♪ Please don't get makeup on my shirt ♪
♪ I spy with my little eye, yes ♪
♪ Something beginning with F, what ♪
♪ Fuckboys doing up net, fuckboys ♪
♪ Talking real, we're the last ones left, the last ♪
♪ Suck your mudda, hah ♪
♪ I said it with chest, you know ♪
♪ I spy with my little eye, yes ♪
♪ Something beginning with F, what ♪
♪ Fuckboys doing up net, fuckboys ♪
♪ Talking real, real, we're the last ones left, the last ♪
♪ Suck your mudda, hah ♪
♪ I said it with chest, you know ♪
♪ If I come with Looney Tunes, ♪
♪ Then you know man's angle, you know ♪
♪ Bust a man's head with a Hennessy bottle, facts ♪
♪ Or he might Jack Daniel, evil ♪
♪ Had some of your favorite rappers ♪
♪ Baby mothers on scandals, whore ♪
(sings in foreign language)
♪ That's, "Suck your mum" in Español, Haha ♪
- It's Portuguese babe, not Spanish.
- Come on.
How do you expect them to understand?
- I can't believe it.
- Wait, hold on.
(women chattering)
(sings in foreign language)
♪ That's, "Suck your mum" in Español ♪
♪ Yuh ♪
♪ They said they don't rate me ♪
♪ but I don't rate them either, nah ♪
♪ Louis pouch for the cleaver ♪
♪ The two liter can't catch the three wheeler ♪
♪ They didn't want it with JB ♪
♪ And they didn't want it with Cuba, shook ♪
♪ I don't wanna 'ere no chat about ♪
♪ "Watch when I see ya", dick ♪
♪ Man must think man can't get destination like Uber ♪
♪ Flap off the door, you know we've done moves, shit ♪
♪ Ask Fids if we can find location, shit ♪
♪ Pull up in Gucci, shit ♪
♪ Burn the blacks, keep the designer ♪
♪ Man had to dash away the CCTV ♪
♪ and throw man a little fifty that's a minor, what ♪
♪ I was in business class above China ♪
♪ Snap Capone ♪
♪ If I press on the TEC ♪
♪ Paralyze from the neck, khalas ♪
♪ Four nines 'n' a brick, yuh ♪
♪ F1, make it stretch, whip, whip ♪
♪ They can't war me, they can't war me ♪
♪ End of story, end of stories ♪
♪ Lifestyle gory ♪
♪ My shooter do it for me, khalas ♪
♪ If I spy, with my little eye, okay ♪
♪ That's shooters with ballys, someone gon' die ♪
♪ YG's on peds, Skrr, skrr, got skengs in rides ♪
♪ That's 10s and nines, yuh ♪
♪ Get caught, gotta do that time ♪
♪ Fuck them cuz they done the man dirty ♪
♪ Dumb jake boys had man in a dish, stressed ♪
♪ Rambo only cost thirty, up early cuz I'm tryna get rich ♪
♪ Cut tru, should I fuck a nigga's bitch? oh, yeah ♪
♪ Fuck you cuz your niggas ain't shit, oh yeah ♪
♪ Said leave me alone, she thirsty ♪
♪ Swear it hurts me cuz the bitch won't quit ♪
♪ Hit, hit, hit, pissed, saw a feds, told bro I gotta dip ♪
♪ And we chasin' the money so much ♪
♪ That I swear I've had to firm this stitch ♪
♪ I phone bro for the ten-ten bud, ten-ten ♪
♪ Cuz I know that his ten-ten stinks, loud ♪
♪ I might slip this dick in her lung ♪
♪ if she won't finish it off with a mint ♪
♪ Ha-ha ♪
♪ I spy with my little eye, yes ♪
♪ Something beginning with F, what ♪
♪ Fuckboys doing up net, fuckboys ♪
♪ Talking real, real, we're the last ones left, yhe last ♪
♪ Suck your mudda ♪
♪ I said it with chest, you know ♪
♪ I spy with my little eye, yes ♪
♪ Something beginning with F, what ♪
♪ Fuckboys doing up net, fuckboys ♪
♪ Talking real, real we're the last ones left, the last ♪
♪ Suck your mudda, hah ♪
♪ I said it with chest ♪