[Verse 1]
Oi, I don't need no fucking introduction
No, I don't, and my fuckin' AP drippin'
And my fuckin' uzi bussin', bust him, bust him, buss him
I'm on the toilet shittin'
Thought that I might cuss 'em out or get the drought
Fuck that, I prefer the clout, yeah
You know I don' made it, but what's this shit about? Yeah
Ice all over, got lucky, fuck a clover
I been trappin' with my bruddahs
Only ever help each other
Flex my wrist, gang undercover
I fucked his wifey under covers
"The Rapper Who Shagged Me", that be me
Fuck a opp wearin' sagged jeans
We all sat down and drank our lean
This UK, fuck a beam
Yeah, I roll up with my team
Got some guns just like Machinе
Eatin' Kelly's clotted cream
Bakе a diss-track, like my beans
My gyal left me, what a fiend
Only beat her under sheets
Had her sister on the toilet seat
Hm, that's remotely tragic (Yeah), this my money, bag it (Yeah)
Spit fire like a dragon, yeah, my balls, yeah, they sagging, yeah
Eatin' gravy'd faggots, yeah, this my favourite type of eggs
Shot up, then fried on my Benz (Skrrt)
Fuck that girl who fucked my friends
Then went off to move to ends near us, in which we went
Got our ammunition to Bridgend (Uh)
She from the big city, she whip 'round as a trend
But that car I got her was off of my rent (Rent, yeah)
Now that bitch lives in a tent, oh yeah
Woah, woah
Huh, this is the place in which I started
When my demos were all drafted
Listenin' to a mixtape I crafted
That shit trash, throw that in the garbage
Woah, my name RJ, and I won't be your friend
I could shef you up and your lil' men
Man's got a knife in leg
Got shanked as a yout'
Now man's out here with his... (Yuh)