Pop Boy (feat. Aitch)

Yeah

And it's like

Yo

Your boy's too hot, put a fan on

I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on

I'm not the brudda you can go and put your hand on

I'm just cooking up some flavour, then I mix it like I'm Alan

A bit of strength and a little bit of core

Could've had my little brother drenched, dripping in Dior

Long time I was kipping on the floor

Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior

Flex on 'em, they talk on my name, then backslide

I ain't even spitting no more, I rap glide

Pree you try and jump on my boat, will capsize

Coming like I'm one of the GOATs, I'm that nice

So it's old flows, new flows, rose gold Hublots

Now I'm on the road doing shows for some Euros

Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace

#Merky, that's a pillar of my faith, oh

Nightmare coming for the crown, man, I'm coming there

Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here

Been the top boy for a couple summers here

And I'm popping like the Kente that my mama wears, yeah

So quit running out your mouth

Real gully **** coming out the South

So no, I am not the one, man, I just drop for fun

Still got a lot to come, Fred, you forgot the drums

Wait there

Aye, in my city, I'm the top boy

And I didn't even have to be in Top Boy

If you're asking what I've done, then it's a lot, boy

You rap Meeks make me wanna be a pop boy

Aye, in my city, I'm the top boy

Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy"

On a mission, swear they wishing that I flop, boy

But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy

Yeah, yeah

Your boy's too cold, put the heat on

I ain't ever under pressure, man, it's pressure that I feed on

Money movements and shellers, that what my team on

I got tekkers, you know it's getting peppered if it's got me on

Stunting for the 'Gram, I don't risk it for a like

Fall back a second, fam and have a think about your life

Stop moving so fast, you gotta chill and take your time

You ain't thought about it right if you don't think about it twice

What boy's chatting to me like a top boy?

Bro, I pop bottles and bitches, I never pop toys

Manny way, couple block boys and some hot boys

Stood up on the block, boy, finna drop the top, boy

You hate me and I ain't a fan of you (Nope)

Seen what I done in a year, imagine two

Young Aitch, I'm going clear, I'm coming through

Quick to switch pace, upping a gear and bun a zoot like

Flex on 'em, bust a little move for the boomerang

Everybody's sitting and watching me while I do my dance

Trust me, this ain't nothing new to gang

Liquor by the load, don't have a clue how much juice I drank

Grab a bag when I stack, not a rack

Rack a track, want a plaque, not a wack

Bag of gash, tryna chat, but it's cap

Get me mad, you ain't bad, man, it's sad

Aye, in my city I'm the top boy

And I didn't even have to be in Top Boy

If you're asking what I've done, then it's a lot, boy

You rap Meeks make me wanna be a pop boy

Aye, in my city I'm the top boy

Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy"

On a mission, swear they wishing that I flop, boy

But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy