Feeling 6'7 like Jumpman, kicking down doors I don’t need no stuntman
If I say it’s up now better run man, coming like Deebo- Dumpman, Dumpman
In a S-class going wrong way down the M-Way
Flashing lights, they don’t want man
Got a lot on my mind I been baking off, guess you can call me the bread-man

Now My mama 'nem look at me different the money turned me to savage
They gon watch how I jumped out the kitchen and land on the beach with a Bad bitch
Spent a couple years building my business and look it’s already established
Take one look at the car that I’m whipping, and know it’s a lil more than average

Suave-cito
She say I’m a fly lil Chico
I’m sinking these brand deals like free-throws
I’m catching them flights outta Heathrow

Pressure, pressure
You know that she loving the pressure
I give her an 8 hour session,
I think I just cured her depression

Naija boy who no speak no English
Oyinbos imma rise and finish
And if the lord wanna pass me a Barbie
Her Punani imma slide and kill it

Man are easily confused for a barber or boxer way I take them top-off
Man a ride through the D like a taxi with the bad b's doing lifts and stop-offs
Deliveroo's on ride on a late night tryna make rice doing picks and drop-offs
A couple killy’s on my side in the network doing legwork so my phone can’t lock off

Lock off, lock off
I pull up to the crib and it’s lock off
They can’t fuck with the kid, imma pop off
Shorty love how I’m knocking her block off

P-P-Pressure, pressure
You know that she loving the pressure
I give her an 8 hour session,
I think I just cured her depression

Make it bounce up down, up down, left right girl shake that shit like a cheat code
Shorty shake twice
Too nice
Bruk ya back, go head
Lemme see that shit in repeat mode

Rock it, weave it,
Put your back in it
Put your back in it you can achieve
Show me your badness

Press it, set it
Just a little More
Way she do it she make it look easy
What ya waiting for

Cartier wrist but my bitch call it 'Carter'
Vince, my arm in a bucket of water
My phone getting hot man I need a my charger
Leading these lambs to the slaughter
Can go ask my Killy but he gonna charge ya
Favour for favour I’m calling
They needed an army so I brought the armour
Heavy artillery balling
Her Dad getting mad how I’m treating his daughter
Jealous of shit that I bought her
If it costs a half then I’m bringing 3 quarters
Now I’m feel bad, I should call her