Sunday Roast (feat. JK-47)

I'm gettin' white girl wasted

Keepin' my classes, but it's okay 'cause I'm never failing

Bitch, I'm on aces

Watch how I lace it, I want that bacon

She tryna get in the pants but I'm too busy, I'm doin' my dance

White boy with the fit as Japan

Skin lookin' like the Michelin Man, the bubble trouble

Air Max done popped, got me another couple

Still clean up nice, tuxedo or a suit and a tie

What's he doin'? I'm doin' it right

Eyes bluer than the hue of the sky

Busy movin' on the move till I die

They be neutral but I do it in drive

Oi, you and yours better settle

Before me and mine hit the levels

I'm flowin' hotter than a kettle

When I boil I ain't even gonna tell 'em (Don't tell 'em)

Vendetta never let up till we get the break, cheddar and the lettuce (Sandwich)

They all lookin' at me bitter now but I'm too sweet, call the dentist (Call)

On the beat I be the menace, I bet you remember JK-47

Tell 'em all get ready 'cause we about to set a record

And you about to get the message

ECB and No One Network

We be quick to pull up at your party

And put you on show with the bars like Wentworth

I just had me a vision, picture my team winnin'

Got some acres out the back and some chickens in the kitchen

I just had me a vision, whole team sittin' nice

All of them dirty dishes, eatin' roast every night

I just had me a vision, picture my team winnin'

Got some acres out the back and some chickens in the kitchen

I just had me a vision, whole team sittin' nice

All of them dirty dishes, can I get a? Uh

Give me a footlong on Italian herbs and cheese

Double chicken with the old English

Give me triple spinach, olives, pickles, jalapeños, habanero sauce

And salt and pepper with it

I'll take a couple of them, nerve stay ducking the trends

I'm with the best, steel caps up on that Hilux 'cause I gotta watch my steps

Stop right there, we must be takin' the piss

Brother from another color, we here for the chips

Stack 'em up in my fish, double up and that's it

Double trouble that's this

ECB and No One Network

Kill it from Cabba to Bris

The fact of the matter is this, homie, we back in this bitch

We entertain (Ladies and gentlemen)

But you better faint (You is irrelevant)

We was up early, stayed on the grind

Now you bitches late, wake the fuck up

I know you beard the bars, the verses

I  know you hate (Don't give a fuck)

So me and the Nerve and No One Network

Up-ing the pace up in your face

So we put in work from 9 to 5

Hands in the dirty, I'm gettin' sweaty

This is just practice, cook up the beat them I simmer the verse, bonappetit

Sprinkle some herbs, ay

You know how it works, yeah

So miss me with talkin', I'm 'bout to walk it, show me it first

Show me your best, show me your worst

Show me the rest, who want it first

I let it burst, I am the kid, man, and I be the wickedest

Slickest original you ever heard

Everybody wanna comment on me, they don't wanna be the one to put in the work

So I'm callin' up the brother, Nerve, like let's work he was like, word

I was like six foot plus a little bit, call me grown man but I'm still a kid

Me and JK got some bring your grandma over with the kids for dinner shit

Nine course, that's fine dining, bite this you gon' die trying

One day we be riding private, rollin' up now that's high flyin'

I just had me a vision, picture my team winnin'

Got some acres out the back and some chickens in the kitchen

I just had me a vision, whole team sittin' nice

All of them dirty dishes, eatin' roast every night

I just had me a vision, picture my team winnin'

Got some acres out the back and some chickens in the kitchen

I just had me a vision, whole team sittin' nice

All of them dirty dishes, eatin' roast every night