Hmm, yo

(Who made this, JB made this, hahaha)

Hahaha

Yo, what′s good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer

Twenty plate, that′s a buss down (woo),

Twenty plate not old school dinger

For realers be my side (ooters)

They don't slip, they slide (ooters)

Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla

Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer

Twenty plate, that′s a buss down (woo),

Twenty plate not old school dinger

For realers be my side (ooters)

They don't slip, they slide (ooters)

Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla

Just came through with a one-two,

If you ask me then I might just son you

I don′t give a s**t 'bout numbers, undo

But ask for my numbers and I might just done you (I′ll do that)

They copy and paste, they best undo

Everyone salutes when they see me but you (salute)

Shout out Driz when I cut through, wooka, paw, I bring out the kung-fu

I'm in the ghetto, ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta

And this one chick′s way too paro

I'm with my dawgs, I'm with my dawgs

One week I′m there, next week I′m gone

One week in ends, next week Milan

Foreign cars, I push to start,

I see my guys, I say, "Wagman?" (yeah, yeah)

Yo, what's good my hitta?

I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer (skrr)

Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo),

Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr)

For realers be my side (ooters)

They don′t slip, they slide (ooters)

Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla

Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer

Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo),

Twenty plate not old school dinger

For realers be my side (ooters)

They don't slip, they slide (gon′ slide, ooters)

Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla

Eighteen with the million plaques

Soon sittin′ on like a million racks (that's right)

I′m abroad, they like the accent,

Guess I'm sounding like it′s a million's track (woosh)

And all my brothers still with me, and all my brothers good

From backflips and tappin′ tables, to makin' it out the hood

Tell me what you like-like, baby? (Baby)

I bring the ice-ice, baby

Princess cuts, make you oh so brazy

I make you slay like Stacey

Take you the hood, show you finer things

Different life to the life you life

Hatton G for the finest rings (bossy)

Babe, that's the life we live

Yo, what′s good my hitta?

I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer (skrr)

Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo),

Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr)

For realers be my side (my side, ooters)

They don′t slip, they slide (they slide, ooters)

Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla

Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer

Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo),

Twenty plate not old school dinger

For realers be my side (my side, ooters)

They don′t slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters)

Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla