(Rah, it's BKay, you know)
You know

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)
(Play dirty)

We don't believe your raps
Keep thinking your Mr. Muscle
'Til you see the flash
You don't want bro turning up
Stolen car, burning clutch
I hid the mash in my aunties toilet
Panicking every time I heard it flush

Morrisson
They do it for 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
Talk 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, B)
You snooze and you lose
Cah when we come 'round you know what we do (Brrr, 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 (woosh)
Swing that, dig it and turn it (woosh)
Went so good like a man rehearsed (yeah)
The only time I done it for the net (so)
Was when a fuckboy ran with his cheff (yeah)
And lord knows that I never had nuttin'
And the bloodclat still done legs
Other than that, I just shank and kweff (RV)

I spy suttin' 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)
Cah 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)
Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle (facts)
Or he might Jack Daniel (evil)
Had some of your favourite rapper's baby mothers on scandals (whore)
Chupa a tu madre, that's, "Suck your mum" in Español (yeah)

They said they don't rate me
But I don't rate them either (nah)
Louis pouch for the cleaver
The two litre 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
Slap off the door, you know we've done movers (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 likkle fifty
That's a minor (what?), I was in business class above China

Snap Capone!
If I press on the TEC
Paralyse from the neck (Khalas)
Four nines 'n' a brick (yeah)
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 (skrrt, skrrt), got skengs in rides
That's tens and nines (yeah)
Get caught, gotta do that time (S)

Fuck them cah they done the man dirty
Dumb jake boys had man in a dish (stressed)
Rambo only cost thirty
Up early cah I'm tryna get rich
Cut through, should I fuck a nigga's bitch? (Oh, yeah)
Fuck you cah your niggas ain't shit (oh, yeah)
Said leave me alone, she thirsty
Swear it hurts me cah the bitch won't quit
Pi-pi-pi-pissed
Saw a feds, told bro I gotta dip
I be 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)
Cah 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

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
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, we're the last ones left (the last)
Suck your mudda (hah)
I said it with chest Writer/s: Bryan Tshibangu Kabengele, Casyo Valentine Johnson, Devonte Perkins, Irving Ampofo Adjei, Karl Dominic Wilson, Laidi Saliasi
Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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