Girona Riddim

I don't trust, so I move digital

Way that I walked out of court was a miracle

Phone line numbers, written on papers

Needing favours, could have been cynical

Damn I'm not online but I do physical

First ten bag on the street was spiritual

Ain't on one day of grime or cereal

Man get bun still without material (Wow)

All that murdering music

1 G check, you ain't got the equipment

Step on the road, you be losing pigment

Tryna get bread up that's why I'm distant

Man get fed up and leave the game now

Calling a package following shipment

Buss an enemy, made no difference

Caught another and he got 30

Money on mine, I get subbed early

Gonna grind till the gates are pearly

You think you're swaggy, your jeans are baggy

You're way too catty, them man are nerdy

Trap in life and I started with it

Could have got recalled outside Barclays

Uncle gave me a parking ticket

I make bread and I harvest with it

Them man thought they was levelling

You would think they're homeless

'Cause they're begging it

Big Zuu, I get Uber Eats

I see money from my wheels, but I ain't on pedalling

Came in the game, you could say that I'm shagging it

'Cause of that 100M's, I ain't settling

Top is the only place that man's heading in

Also top from your girl is chung

Family, that one gives me adrenaline

My boy's grimy with the white like Devlin

And your boy looks like a snitch to Ferdinand

If they hatin', it's backhand's like Federer

You ain't on smoke real life like you said you are

That mix from a phoney guy, no cellular

Ring, ring, it's me, if you see me with Lee then

That's Charles on the regular

Paid for my bars but I don't run pubs

And I'm with the top strikers, I ain't on clubs

They don't want beef, I can swear on my mums

'Cause it ain't no snare, bass, kick

High hat, when I run up in drums

Man are from West London where it's rough

You think I's posh but, man are from slums

Your wifey's got no back, you're a bum

Low-key stepper, tracky and hoody

Jug and boogie, Tookie's cousins pack, how could he?

Ends up boring, uptown touring

Disturbing London like Dumi

Yardie party, I dig get shrubby

Smoke in the air, that's Maggie and Zuby

I don't tap but the wrist is juggy

Your girl got scottish, she gave me the cookie

I'm making bread so read the room

Try bet on my downfall, come out the bookies

Them man are rookies and I'm a pro

Always on go, something that you should be

Believe it or not, yeah, like Ripley's Big Zuu

I don't tap but I'm with it

Got a step of the brothers with me

Know it's a banger, Capo and Big Z

Know it's a banger, Zuu and Capo

Us man are big fish, them man are capo

Think you got swag 'cause your car goes camo

I got swag and my dance is ramo

I got the belly and it's way too blamo

Show it for your head top, constant ammo

Constant pressure, I got pzazz, pagans can't measure

Leave it on, Gucci is leather

Living my life, movie Endeavour

Man are upset cah the flows are better

You ain't got bread, that's a real home wrecker

Your birds on wood, you're a real good pecker

Money on mine, I'm a serious stepper, baow!