No Manners

I'm walking in filth, but I still clean up
Shotgun cough, could've got me a fever
Ride with a German, not beamer
Slide outside, no time for a breather

We been active
I don't go clubs, she ain't tapin' attractive
More time gang them tapin' on that strip
Still plugged in, now I got (shh)

She know I got stick on the pitch typa ref
When it's blow time, whistle on end
HS for the clip full of lead
The whip been filled to the brim with the ten

I get hugged by the corn in the Benz
I swerve with the Benz, put the engine on blast
And this ain't not electric car
But you know, we roll with the Tesla charged

I need me a bil' like Richard Branson
Need me a mansion, ain't got manners
Still got cannons when shopping in West
But I don't miss shots like Nicholas Jackson

Jackson five on me
Pray to god that he's guiding me
Right hand to the side of me
And he's got his right hand tucked in his pocket
Wrist full of profit, I need a deposit

My team plugged in like a socket
Chase on the cheese like Wallace and Gromit
PTSD, so I keep me a rocket
Cold on the street, so I keep me a heater

Pushing this Bentley B like a beater
Two phones, she thinks I'm a cheater
And this dinger still gonna eat up

Box come pound for pound like Usyk
Bro been whippin' the work, yeah, abusive
Phone line hot, so I don't use it
Hit up her friend, she feels excluded

Seen more ranges than I seen suppers
I need racks and figs like Numba
I ain't equipped like him for the bumper
Latex on, didn't practice beating

Latex on, didn't practice beating safe
Let's sing like we want raves
Tell bro it's gonna be okay
'Cause this TT leng like Liyah Mai

Didn't practice beating safe
Let's sing like we want raves
Tell bro it's gonna be okay
'Cause this TT leng like Liyah Mai

I need me a bil' like Richard Branson
Need me a mansion, ain't got manners
Still got cannons when shopping in West
But I don't miss shots like Nicholas Jackson

Jackson five on me
Pray-pray to God that he's guiding me
Right hand to the side of me
And he's got his right hand tucked in his pocket
Wrist full of profit

I need me a bil' like Richard Branson
Need me a mansion, ain't got manners
Still got cannons when shopping in West
But I don't miss shots like Nicholas Jackson

Jackson five on me
Pray to God that he's guiding me
Right hand to the side of me
And he's got his right hand tucked in his pocket
Wrist full of profit