Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Vocals
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skepta
Skepta
Songwriter
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skepta
Skepta
Producer
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Producer
Michalis MsM Michael
Michalis MsM Michael
Mixing Engineer
Thrilla
Thrilla
Producer

Lyrics

Lex Luger Yeah, yeah I'm the alpha and the omega, the star player You're a liar, big capper, a pump faker Seen you around, but you never involved, a spectator Can't you see the Spirit of Ecstasy? This ain't a Bentayga (huh?) Nah, how we livin'? I'm never quittin' (woo) V 'Bach whippin', Rollie ain't tickin' 818 sippin', sauce spillin' See different colors when the shrooms kick in, born sinnin' See who's your brother when they start talking prison Big Smoke, I don't fight, my diamonds hittin' Came with a chopper, he ain't a DJ, but my guy's spinnin' Are you dizzy? He ain't got no ID, he's got bine with him If I told my brother that it's 4L, that means I'm riding with him I just turned an L into a lesson, that's another win Keep the balance, yeah, that's how you keep the money comin' in I checked my balance, and it looked like a bag of onion rings Check the cameras, better be Lionel Messi if you're running in (greaze) Gotta protect my energy 'cause I'm really him Hyperactive, self-medicating soon as I leave the gym When you take me for a nice guy, then you meet my evil twin Too many times I've seen 'em jump in the deep end, and they can't even swim (yo, yeah) Hotter than a oven, grabba crushed in so my spliff bussin' Slick talking, gotta hide the smoke when the kids walk in Six figures, now I gotta bank with Coutts, I'm big bossing (rich) No, I ain't from Milwaukee, but I'm a mill' walking Lex Luger (greaze) on the beat (bow), this shit's knocking Bad bit', told me that she don't twerk, now she's TikTokin' (how?) I see the back from the front like she's criss-crossin' (sex) Needed a ride, said I can't get her the keys, now we're lip-lockin' Mains first, and we got matchin' watches if you're wrist watchin' (tick-tock) Anytime you see my name, know that's a hit droppin' (hit drop) And the streets ain't like F1, there ain't no pit stoppin' (woo) Pulled up to the venue, jumped in the stage and I got that shit rockin' I just turned an L into a lesson, that's another win Keep the balance, yeah, that's how you keep the money comin' in I checked my balance, and it looked like a bag of onion rings Check the cameras, better be Lionel Messi if you're running in (greaze) Gotta protect my energy 'cause I'm really him Hyperactive, self-medicating soon as I leave the gym When you take me for a nice guy, then you meet my evil twin Too many times I've seen 'em jump in the deep end, and they can't even swim Hah, hah, hah
Writer(s): Lexus Lewis, Keondra Williams, Khalid Elbakri, Joseph Adenuga, Domenick Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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