Central Cee, Lil Baby BAND4BAND

I'm not in the mood 'cause my flight delayed So I jumped on a private jet and I'm askin' the pilot the ETA Lambo' parked on the landin' strip, everyone in my gang and my DJ paid Why's my man talkin' 'bout Insha'Allah? These times, he don't even pray Why's my man wearing a Jesus piece? How does she squeeze in them jeans? Big behind and petitest waist Take time with the GBG, we don't beef nobody like GBK Woke up on the wrong side of bed, so he's gonna gеt slapped if I don't have my P's today I love my young boy, I won't lеad him 'stray, I'm stuck to Lil' Bro like PVA Paid already, I don't need no hit song We don't need ID, Lil' Bro seventeen in the club, he ain't scrollin' TikTok F's just saw him a thick one, "Which one? Who do you want, bro? Pick one" If I shoot my shot, I'll hit one, matter of time 'til I get them all ticked off Alright We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck, double R with the factory rims I got the Ninety, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat It's got to the point that I don't even care, I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear Uh, bro'll do it for some shoes and some clothes, you'll see what he'll do for a necklace 'Rari truck, it look like a spider, it's crawlin' a dollar on just accessories (Damn) She made me wanna go harder, I like her whole aura, I think I'm obsessed with her They hit him up on his birthday, did him the worst way, he had a death wish I get right under they skin, I don't even try, I guess I can't help that shit I'ma have love for bro for life if we talk or not, I step with 'em Of course you can beat me at talkin', ain't no back and forth, wait 'til we catch up with him Knockin' a bag and makin' the opposite mad, I done fell in love with it UK Selfridges with a cute one (Ooh) Bank account look good, this a new one (Yeah) You the type like to type on computers (Wow) Got a mask, but he ain't no shooter (Haha) Top ten, but she don't act bougie Me and your friends can go to Aruba Hit France, it depend on my mood This a Maybach Benz, this ain't no Uber We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Mama got a body like Kim and 'em Mama been killin' that gym We can go watch for watch, from chain to chain, the rings, I'm him I done got rich, but I'm still with the shit, land in London and go to the ends We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck, double R with the factory rims I got the Ninety, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat It's got to the point that I don't even care, I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear