Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gyal wan' come round here
Them boy round there too bummy and we get money
Dem man broke as a joke, it's not even funny
Can't answer the phone, I'm with my side ting
Now my main ting worried
Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back
I just see your missed call, I'm sorry
Put my mum through too much drama
Maybe I should've went collie
Too much time in the trap
Now, when I shop, I fill that trolly
On the field, I do it like Costa
Give that assist or I hit that volley
I'm the reason the party turn
I was the one giving out Molly
[Verse 2]
All this label talk is draining
Got A&Rs acting friendly
Tryna get me to sign these papers
Man said, "21 with a mill"
I need the same deal as Aitch's
What the fuck do you mean 'bout twenty bags?
I spent that shit on trainers
What the fuck do you mean 'bout a hundred bags?
Huh? Take your pen back
Why you talking shit? I'm not dissing DBE
Blud, I'm rating dem, man
I'm just not really rating the following ting
Going on right now, I'm a leader
Can't lie, it's 'bout time that they took me in
Spent 'bout five years in the T house
But the hard work pays off
No, I can't take days off
A lot of man got things to say
Remember the talk don't cost
I got what the rappers got
I don't even rap a lot
Too clean, I'm immaculate
You wouldn't think I'm in the trap a lot
Anyway, hear this
Balls-deep in that bitch, I'm all in, no bowling
Free yard, who's rolling?
Who's that with the bat, wait, hold on
Mandem way in the back, just scoping
She's liking my recent post, send that post code, I'm roasting
All I do is make money, I'm boring
Something popped up now, I'm just postponing
[Verse 3]
Gyal wan' come round here
Them boy round there too bummy and we get money
Dem man broke as a joke, it's not even funny
Can't answer the phone, I'm with my side ting
Now my main ting worried
Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back
I just see your missed call, I'm sorry
Put my mum through too much drama
Maybe I should've went collie
Too much time in the trap
Now, when I shop, I fill that trolly
On the field, I do it like Costa
Give that assist or I hit that volley
I'm the reason the party turn
I was the one giving out Molly
[Verse 4]
I'm the reason the party lit
Tryna squeeze four tings in the whip, at libs
She back in the shade, out back for the vid
Bad bitch gonna make that trip for the kid
Cute one in the hood like Rich
Bougie one in SW6
See the camera flash, no way
Cover my face, I don't wanna be in your pics
Didn't show that ho no love
Now she wanna set me up
All 'cause I fucked and ducked
Didn't call her back, now she wanna see man get touched
The life I live is all nuts
You think I'm mad? You should meet my pops
Ain't been with the gang as much
One up in the cut with the grub, no fuss
[Verse 5]
Gyal wan' come round here
Them boy round there too bummy and we get money
Dem man broke as a joke, it's not even funny
Can't answer the phone, I'm with my side ting
Now my main ting worried
Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back
I just see your missed call, I'm sorry
Put my mum through too much drama
Maybe I should've went collie
Too much time in the trap
Now, when I shop, I fill that trolly
On the field, I do it like Costa
Give that assist or I hit that volley
I'm the reason the party turn
I was the one giving out Molly
[Verse 6]
I'm the reason the party lit
Tryna squeeze four tings in the whip, at libs
I'm the reason the party lit
Tryna squeeze four tings in the whip, at libs
Written by: Central Cee