Spitfire PT.3

[Intro]
Trust me, Izzie Gibbs, again, on Fucking JDZ
Again? Fuck sake
I know I'm annoying everyone but you know, that's how it fucking is
Uh, I got the bins there by the way cah I got this shit in the bag
Is, yeah
HAAA, trust me, it's mad
Shout out LeanFace, shout out Spooks on the production
They both went in with this one still
Ok, look
Yo

[Verse]
They can't act like said they never heard of me
Rung my cuz, said I need that urgently
He's like 'Cool, but what' the urgency?'
I told him I need my stack looking Hercules
So he dropped me them purple trees
Out there on a early steez
I've got that work on me
Trust me I lurk on streets
Fuck the feds who wanna burn my G's
Fuck the federale
I be shutting down at hella parties
Keekies just wanna get in barbies
I've got a show so I enter calmly
I'm gonna blow, no pressure dargy
And when I do, trust I'm gonna bring Cavali
Cah I'm boasy with it
Yea, they think they know me init
Tell me, was I sober when I wrote these lyrics?
You go and kill yourself just to hold these digits
And my ting's vex, I didn't even ring her
I'm too busy just sipping on Elixir
I've got sutting if they're really into mix-up
Mum's vexed that I didn't read the scripture
I told her 'I'm just tryna flip this mixture'
Doing shit that I didn't even picture
Ah man, shit I need to fix up
Or I'm gonna get myself nicked bruv
And I don't wanna go jail
I don't wanna have to sleep in no cell
I shut down shows, turn up in hotels
We do dirt and then don't tell
We mash work and they phone help
Came up from the mud and where the ghosts dwell
Came up from the dark, I know the roads well
Cuz dropped me grub and he broke scales
Ay, yeah, I've been trapping so much I ain't seen my mum for the whole week
I've got feds on my nuts 'cause I've got a bait face and it's full of gold teeth
Young bull, young bull, young bull, still move like I'm a OG
I could have a bali on face and they still think that they know me
Sipping on the lean, first time you meet me you'd think I don't speak
Ay, and this oh-so-green THC, trust this is no Codeine
Too much swag, guess I get this from my Uncle Dean
You must be mad, I'll kick down the opp like say I'm Chun-Li
Well, you see my life, well, it's mostly fucked
I've been snaked in the past, now I can't notice love
My heart, I just closed it shut
Why the fuck would I open up?
I was shit back then, now I've got a load of buzz
Young bull, young bull, I'm still grown and stuff
I've got a booking quway out, man I step in the show with t'ugs
You know what it is when we come in
Smelling like loud, would've thought that we're bunning
Give it to the runner, now he's running
Told him 'By the end of the week, you best run it'
I don't wanna hear no rubbish
If I get stopped by the feds with a pack, I'll tell them that it's luggage
Since a pickney I've been thuggish
Came up from the dirt, trust I know where mud is
If it's worth it then I'm involved
Doing ten toes on the pavement like a Flintstone
Man I hate this food and the fumes made me think so
Speaking to a white cat, now we're speaking gringo
Got me wishing that I had a life where I never did road
Still bag it up and break it, bag it up and make flips
Rude boy, I was out there on a grave-shift
'Cause I'm gonna get my mum a house that's gated
Yea, I've been trapping so much, I ain't seen my mum for the whole week
I've got feds on my nuts cah I've got a bait face
And it's full of fucking grills

[Outro]
All of that, yeah, share this up
Uh, I don't even know what to say next so I'm gonna end it here
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