101Barz, Aitch - Aitch - Studiosessie 334 lyrics

Let's do this ting young Aitch, Manny way
Every time, you know the score yeah, yow

It's like they think I got a chip
On my shoulder
I just can't believe you half believe
What Twitter has told ya
Bare Minajes,  loads of Cardi B's
Let Insta control ya
Post a pic and say "It's lit"
Oh how you live for exposure i was younger
All I wanted was a crib an' a whip
Now I'm looking at bringing home
A BRIT with my chick
Fresh suit in the bitch
Looking slicker than Rick
Some young bosses at the table
Wanna sit on my click, yeah
I set the scene, my record clean
I'm in the Premier League
Forget the sheet then let me speak
Now wanna get a piece
Just let me breathe, give me some P's
I need to bless the beat
I've been peppering for weeks
I barely get to sleep
But man, it stepping to the beat
She best be stepping neat
Too much tekkers every week
I just refreshed the heat
Jealousy, a sense of enviousness when we meet
But that's alright, it's certain
You ain't affecting me, yeah
Never been a snake, do it
With my eyes closed, i never been awake
Feeling like a zombie
Smokin' lemons to the face
Broski belling me, telling me "They're
Not ready for you, aitch"
Never been a prick, yow
I always say it how it is
I'd rather buy myself a crib than
Go buy myself a brick
Got some donnies that are ridin'
Always slidin' in the whip
And some donnies that just chill an'
Drink ciders in the clique
Straight out o' Manny
I'm in Moston or the heath
If I be fucking up the music
Bossy got me in the streets
Got this pretty one telling me
I'm cocky when I speak, like
She doesn't know she's gonna get
The cocky when we meet, heh
Stop it gossiping, no one's bother bothering
Honestly brudda nothing you telling
Me soundin' promising studio, the bando
I'm whipping it and I'm lockin' it
Cooking up a banger
Releasin' it and they coppin' it
Oh, yeah, she back it up nice
Don't pretend you're prestige
You've been active all night
Fuck her in ice, get the balance all right
Girl, you've had a full bottle
You're still acting all shy
Listen, check you've got your twist
I'm a gent pull up with some gifts
Like it's Christmas again
Always call me reckless
Say I'm sick in the 'ead
But I swear there ain't any
Other chick in my bed
So stop the accusation baby
I ain't tryna do you wrong
I just wanna fuck you wit' the music on
Yeah I could've cheated on some Louboutin's
But you know you're really lucky
If I use my tongue (yeah)
Just give the time and the place
I know you ain't shy
Why you hidin' your face?
Whisper in my ear, yeah, you like what I say
Slide in and slide out, I ain't sliding away
But I'm sick of people saying they the GOAT
Said he waviest on road
But you ain't sailin' on my boat
This ain't "Who can get it faster", this is
"Who can make the most"
So I ain't giving you a penny
I suggest you take a note
You ain't got it how I get it
But I bet you wouldn't know
Concentrating on your bitch? Go put
Your focus on your dough
Used to question if I bust
Now men are using me to blow how I done it
That's for you to find out and me to know
Check it big-drip
You look like every other fucker
Just look at how Balenciaga runner done ya
Sheep is the only title I can put you under
Listen, I don't give a fuck
You better run for cover
Think I care about your bullets
Or your younger brudda? Some self snitches
Swear your bitches must be undercover
You ain't bad, that's case closed
I got to pull a shutter
I ain't bad I won't stab
You, but I'll uppercut ya, yeah

101Barz, Young Aitch
Manchester way every time