Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get this, hold, get this, hold, get this, hold, hold and get this
Get this, hold, get this, hold, get this, hold, hold and get this
Get this, hold, get this, hold, get this, hold, hold and get this
Get this, hold, get this, hold, get this, hold, hold, yeah

Go-getter, gotta get it from the jump
Waved off rum, got skunk in my zoot
In a rave, drop a Eccy with your mum
Young mum's drunk, slowthai too cute
No effort and I do it nonchalant
Bendy Wendy, had doggy that down
And I make her bend back like croissants
She said, "Ooh la la," 'cause she loves my smile
What's up, my lad?
Used to get licks like pass me the pad
Then I hit licks now they can't chat back
Fuck them kids, nah, you can't say that
Man I just did like I can't say what?
Calm, I'm cool, I'm bless, I'm a don
Can't give me lip, get hit with a box
Tracky in socks when I walk in the shop
Take tills and guap (yeah)

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Writer(s): Kelvin Magnusen, Rakim Mayers, Tyrone Frampton