Air BnB

Where I'm from, it's scary
Niggas scary, they don't pull up (rah, it's BKay)
Them dudes only slide round rarely
And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up (Ghosty)
Bitches like, "Do you follow back on the 'Gram?"
Bitch, barely, I'm stuck up
Sayin' I've changed 'cause I got a bit of money
Bitch, shut the fuck up (bitch)
I'm a young black king that knows his worth
I don't do hookups (haha)
Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whippin', cook up
He said, "Put the fire on the low" but I put it on high
Mi did fuck up
Lock off (boi-yoi)

Before I knew about Air BnB
I was at the reception in Premier Inn (OT)
Well, nah, if the gyal that I'm with's got ID
I'm more time sendin' her in (woosh)
Blue plastic bag full of munchies
Couple brown Rizzlas, scale and cling (chop-chop)
Turn room 106 to a bando
Head down at the desk when man's checkin' in (lagga)
And it's approachin' twelve
One-legged Sam gets disability allowance (wha'?)
No deals after midnight
Can make five bills by one if I link him and Howard (huh?)
Has your phone ever rang all day?
Go in the bathroom and it rings in the shower (brr)
Two missed calls from a phone box
Ain't had a sale in twenty-two hours

Must have been bored if you've ever seen heads out
Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse
I was angry when shh got cheffed down
Left them in the corner shop by the food stretched out
T house didn't do textiles, I sent text out
She didn't wanna know me way back when
But now she cooks me breakfast with her breast out (One)
Summer time with the football boots
No shin pads or socks, all the legs out
Now feds at the scene, they're askin' questions
Like what's all the mess 'bout?
Seven pebs that I gave to Fiona for the bando to get rent out (One)
I was posted in alley to the trenches
Now I go uptown to bring the whole trench out

I just need to get a parkin' permit
Cheeks my parcel, then I'm in the town center (skrrt)
Who's that with the big issue magazine?
Leanin' like he just come off a bender
My favorite time of the year in the trap game
Is the last week in December (why?)
'Cah everyone goes back for Christmas
I just stay trappin' 'til the new year enter
This deuce holds seven, this trey holds five
And this .9 holds ten plus like six more
I left my phone cranked, got bare missed calls
Now my manager's pissed, thought I was in court
I can't speak on what happened last time
It's a in-house ting, man might get upset
I rent a room in this bando premises
Landlord don't know the cats dem sublet

You ever have to hop that window bank in the garden?
That's multitaskin'
Feds at the door, I'm on my second strike
So you know I'm goin' straight to the can like sardines (free up)
New spot, I'm tryna make it right
It can all go left in a heartbeat (ah)
I still got my jogger bottoms filled up with twenties
And my rack filled up with Charlie
It's nothin' but smoke that we got for them
Must have run up a thirty in Scottish Glens
That's 'til he seen me in the Daily Mail
And he went and called me by my government
My youngboy try go up for a week
Now they got him in a monkey stretch
Took the grub Aberdeen, so we could charge twelve for a Z
Ask Fletch

I ain't waitin' in town for the drop
Or payin' five bills to these new resellers
But if you got a size 9 in stock
Man will cop and shop with these new plate tenners (hmm)
Two-fifth for these Jordan 1s
And a .44 long in this Gucci sweater (One)
Badman, she likes when I undress her
And put my machine on her makeup dresser

I gotta glove up when I touch that presser
Bro said he can't mix money and violence
Because that just make your name too pepper
Flip me a likkles and brown, not brandy (One, One)
Get me a shotgun that's lanky
You know me, I just get too angry
And fill the ding-dong with the two-two gennas

Where I'm from, it's scary
Niggas scary, they don't pull up
Them dudes only slide round rarely
And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up
Bitches like, "Do you follow back on the 'Gram?"
Bitch, barely, I'm stuck up
Sayin' I've changed cause I got a bit of money
Bitch, shut the fuck up (Ghosty)
I'm a young black king that knows his worth
I don't do hookups
Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whippin', cook up (rah, it's BKay, unah)
He said, "Put the fire on the low" but I put it on high
Mi did fuck up
Lock off