Time Flies

(Deggzy sur la prod')

(M1OnTheBeat)

Listen

Time flies, havin' fun with foreign badeens, gotta make gyal edit their rota

This bitch gotta be back to work on a weekday, but she loves UK culture

Phoned up Slawn like, "Spray up my suitcase, bro, come take my Rimowa"

And if I ain't got my right hand shooter abroad, I'll boot on my own darg

Bang these shells on the opps, call it "Nutri-Bullet", the mandem ain't tryna bulk up

Sloane street, man swipe my card like poker

Bought my Insta'-chick a new digital camera 'cah my ex ting wan' closure

Fuck it, pattern your pic's then send me a pic', I won't tell no one

Shoot this big batty ting like a supеr car, I'll control the Rover

Lemmе rev out this whip then boss up

This Only Fans-gyal don't give a fuck about man, she loves exposure

Now, this bad breed listens to Sukihana, her uck-game ain't mediocre

I don't fight but in the bedroom I'll choke her

She's a baddie for me in private but she on badness for me in public

We still duck from police, fuck Trident

Like MC Hammer, "Can't touch this"

Mum knows that the streets too violent, homegirl hold on my glee, that's tug shit

Opp-boys hate how I move like a silent tug in the streets but the gyaldem love it

I make gyal fuck without cuffin'

Listen, chuck my dough to the bank but I still got racks in my Rimowa bag

Listen, fly all around wit' the mandem and we got matchin' Rimowa bags

Listen, bring out the Porsche, no way can she hop in a cab (Mhm)

Used to see black 'n' white when I lag, now I see all types of Rimowa bags

Listen, chuck my dough to the bank but I still got racks in my Rimowa bag

Listen, fly all around wit' the mandem and we got matchin' Rimowa bags

Listen, bring out the Porsche, no way can she hop in a cab (Mhm)

Used to see black 'n' white when I lag, now I see all types of Rimowa bags

Want a babe but I still gotta chase that bag, by myself I been doin' up numbers

See, this new suitcase got stickers wit' colors

Which country should man go 'round the world and explore wit' my bruddas?

Rockin' Vanson Leathers, House of Errors, all for the fashion lovers

She a baddie for me in private when she go under the covers

Fake tits and a pierce on her tongue, I know she a uckers (Yuck, yuck)

Shit, then this badeena's brainin' me off, nearly got a concussion

Mad, got clocked 'cah my iPhone bait, now my yard ting cussin' (Tch, huh)

Ring phone drip, call this trap phone "fashion", is my chain tucked in, no?

I'm known but I'm still unknown (Mhm)

These new plates peng but don't give a fuck about me, they glorify hoes

Been flyin' abroad, been sellin' out shows

Got flashy cars when we on the road

I love her sparkly heels and her all-white toes

She's a baddie for me in private but she on badness for me in public

We still duck from police, fuck Trident

Like MC Hammer, "Can't touch this"

Mum knows that the streets too violent, homegirl hold on my glee, that's tug shit

Opp-boys hate how I move like a silent tug in the streets but the gyaldem love it

I make gyal fuck without cuffin'

Listen, chuck my dough to the bank but I still got racks in my Rimowa bag

Listen, fly all around wit' the mandem and we got matchin' Rimowa bags

Listen, bring out the Porsche, no way can she hop in a cab (Mhm)

Used to see black 'n' white when I lag, now I see all types of Rimowa bags

Listen, chuck my dough to the bank but I still got racks in my Rimowa bag

Listen, fly all around wit' the mandem and we got matchin' Rimowa bags

Listen, bring out the Porsche, no way can she hop in a cab (Mhm)

Used to see black 'n' white when I lag, now I see all types of Rimowa bags