Champions League

One, two

Aggression

Yeah

Aggression

You know my ting already

They ain't gotta ask me 'cause they know what my pattern is

Big batty girl, she wanna have my kids

My bread's up, I've got pocket full of sandwiches

In the seven with the savages

I got something here for any **** chattin' shit

Straight jeans, can the cannon fit

I won a MOBO once, got the hang of it

Now there's five in the cabinet

I'm stressed out, I fill the Rizla with some cannabis

Apple juice and a pack of crisps

I just came off a jet, I've been travelling

Gettin' head on the plane, she was talented

Your man ain't nothin' like us, don't be mad at him

Pool on the roof, I just had a swim

Big man stuntin' on the Gram like you're cashin' in

Still livin' with your mum, how embarrassing

Probably why these girls wanna swallow us

I got more money than followers

What you thinking, lil' idiots is stopping us

My car foreign like some foreigners

Helicopter to the show, fly by traffic

Say you've got keys, think you're like Khaled

Think you're stuntin' on me, what, with my balance

Bro, your chain looks light, what's that, 9 karat

Be easy, you know how my friends get

You can ask Charlie or Semtex

'Cause this is Champion League shit

You ain't even in the Prem yet

Thirty bottles in the club, I know, what a waste

Said she got a man but they're on a break

Man, know how I operate

Yeah, we rap but me and you are not the same

Shout out to the one that said I can't blow

Now I bet you're feeling like an arsehole

Twenty-fifth floor in a bathrobe

Fucking hell, we did it, ****, bravo

I told **** like Fargo

Heard you dropped something, will it chart though

Drop tops, fast cars, oh

Taking off the roof like Pablo

Fuck them ****, they ain't real as us

You wanna roll, you ain't lit enough

My house so high up, I know it's about to rain

A minute before the rest of the city does

All these rappers think they've got the sauce out

Till I drop a new tune, take the sauce back

Why they gettin' heavy on the ball sack

Let the phone ring, you'll never get a call back

Man, these **** must be getting sick of me

Me and your baby mum got history

Man, the hood can't get rid of me

Still skrr, skrr around, tickle me

Ain't buyin' hoes shit, they ain't tricking me

You **** buying, buying like Ribery

Man, a hoe couldn't get a kiss off me

I heard you had to buy a Tiffany

Yeah, we had a couple setbacks

Went gold, got a fresh plaque

G4 full of **** on it

That's what I call jet black

They locked bro ****, free at

Now my **** tryna get a deep cat

When I was broke, couldn't relax

Rain or the storms, I was tryna make a G sack

You understand

Play dirty every fucking time, man