Welcome To The Party RMX

[Verse 1]
You can meet this whoosh (aye whooshy)
'cah us man do pop smoke
If you think that we ain’t got a pole
Ask Loso if you think it's a joke (ask him)
There's beef on tops like clothes
This shank can’t bend like Beckham, bro (dip)
It's not a game when you buck into we
Just like Nintendo
I got raps on flows (bra)
Designer clothes (bra,bra,bra,bra)
Bare of these hoes (bare of these girls)
Want to ring my phone
Big bro came and dropped me buds
So I had to get grinding like cro (let's get it)
Them days I was dumb and broke
Now im not the same boy like Timbo
Still, feds on my neck like head
On the other hand, still head to the bread (it's nuts)
I don't know about GCSEs, I know about Halfs and Qs and Zs (I know about trap)
Dad told me that sleeps for the richest
Been six days since I've seen my bed
True say I want to hit that barbie, but I can't even be her Ken

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby welcome to my party (come through)
Come talk with my Chargies, I been gliding like Cartis
Bro want to do it, now he tell me throw in the car-keys (aye take it)
They know we're active, it’s not a pet when it barks G (pow)
Baby welcome to my party

[Chorus]
Bitch i’m a thug, got respect (man got it)
Plaques and cheques (plaques and what?)
Blood on my creps (blood on that)
Blood on my chef (and my Cheffers too)
Baby, would you like them man (aye would you)?
Is it now that you're deeping it, that i’m fly like Peter-Pan?

[Verse 2]
Still go an eye for a transit van, when we get round [?]
Sometimes Fizz be five-man deep or i'm with one G like I waved one gram (my gang)
All this drip that I drop on the gram
Now your girlfriend want to comment on that (aye sweet one)
Me and 2 Gs with a little pump
So I guess you can call that Gucci gang
No [?] (im mad)
I'm Dexter, so I can text her, when i'm doing up whip in the lab (whip, whip)
They see me and they cap-like-tain
Or they see me and roll like cabs (nyoom)
Anywhere I see them I crash
I don’t even care about this Gucci splash (I don't)
I made this shank go in like a Curfew
I treat it like [?] (err)

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby welcome to my party (come through)
Come talk with my Chargies, I been gliding like Cartis
Bro want to do it, now he tell me throw in the car-keys (aye take it)
They know we're active, it's not a pet when it barks G (it slaps)
Baby welcome to my party

[Chorus]
Bitch i'm a thug, got respect (got it)
Plaques and cheques (plaques and what?)
Blood on my creps (there's blood on my)
Blood on my chef (and my Cheffers too)
Baby, would you like them man (aye would you)?
Is it now that you're deeping it, that i'm fly like Peter-Pan (gang, gang)?