If I, you get me
Pull up with a stick, it's murder
Anything I do
Grease, I'm blessed
Yeah

If I pull up on the strip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up in the whip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like Ike Turner
Pull up on the strip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up in the whip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like Ike Turner

Touch down in the city, now she don't wanna go work
She's tryna call in sick (sick)
Everybody want the cash, when they see me on the stage
MC's wanna call it quits (go on then, go on)
We ain't watchin' no Screwface, dem man are two-faced
Definitely ain't with the shits (greaze)
And my SK's fresher than toothpaste
Lord of the mics and lord of the kicks (ice)
I did nine weeks on the Billboard, now they wanna show interest
This year, man, I'm tryna cash more checks
Can't have beef on an iPhone X
Can't waste time 'cause my time's expensive
Everybody wanna be my arch-nemesis
Don't care what the time on your kettle is
It's my time, when I said it, I meant it
Back with another album, told my accountant I'm gonna clean up
Business flight, so I got my feet up
Ten out of ten, so she want to meet up
Now the boyfriend tryna get me beat up
Ask about me, they will tell you, "He's sus"
'Cause I don't beg friend
I can see they're jealousy can try, but you can't keep up

And if I pull up on the strip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up in the whip, it's murder (in the Wraith)
Pull up on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like Ike Turner
Pull up on the strip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up in the whip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like Ike Turner

6 million ways to murder
Every day check another one off
It's not everyday guns and shanks
More success piss everyone off
We came along way from marbles to Pacman
With a mouth full of dots
Serving the fiends outside by the shops
With the .38 by the side of my crotch
The feds wanted my whole crew locked up
Either that or a tag on their ankle
Had to come back with a different angle
Leaving the house was a gamble
Mum scared that I wouldn't make it back
'Cause I was on the high road chasing cats
Said they want the old Skepta (ayy, yeah)
But they don't really wanna see me take it back (uh, back)

Back, back, to the nicks, hey (woah)
Back selling bricks, ayy
Porzingis shots, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy, uh
Your bitch end up missing, ayy (yeah)
Then you started bitching, ayy (woah)
AK with extension, ayy (AK with a woah, woah, woah, woah)
I wasn't even wishing, ayy
Tell 'em that I died, ayy (woah)
But a nigga died, hey (woah)
Why your mama crying? Hey (why your mama cryin'?)
I laugh, ayy, swoosh with the Glock, ayy (with a Glock)
Carti in the spot (Carti in the spot)
You was actin' like a groupie, you got robbed for your block
"Key! What's a block?" Hey
That's you, you, and him, hey (that's you, you, and him)
Sharks in the water but I know how to swim, hello?
Back to the trap shit, back to the conflict (open up that moshpit)
.45 bust, better act like you don't know shit (yeah)

If I pull up on the strip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up in the whip, it's murder (in the whip)
Pull up on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like Ike Turner
Pull up on the strip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up in the whip, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like what? Slap you like who?
Slap you like Ike Turner

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Joseph Junior Adenuga, Marquis Whittaker