Aitch - GSD lyrics

(WhYJay)

Yo, slammed out the SVR
It look like Hulk or suttin'
Spent this money to live comfortably
I don't stunt for nuttin'
Culli cost a quarter
Couldn't insure it 'cause I'm
Young and bussin'
Keys for all the cribs but for the Urus
I just push a button (Woo)
Little pussy said he looked for me
He must be bluffin' me, I'm from the M
A couple cut-ins and some guns are bustin'
Half a ticket for a crib I don't live in
I just come to fuck in
Double for my mumzy's, hundred-thousand, boy
That's under budget
In Newton Heath for couple Z's
We're 'bout to hit the M-way
Took the roof up off the Bentley
'cause I need some headspace
But fuck a coupe unless it's Keegs, me
I fuck with Bentaygs
Forty-thousand feet up on a jet plane
I can't hear what them say (Ha ha ha)
Still breezin' through on Moston Lane
Rollie cost a box of caine
Me and you are not the same (yeah)
Need that Prezi with the chocolate face
Never had no enemies, hit fame
Now I got opps for days (yeah)
No talking, I'm like Stormzy's mate
Stalking when she saw the cake
Rollie cost a quarter Wraith (yeah)
Walk with me through all the pain
Pull up, blowin' ganja
Screamin' "Sorry if I'm sorta late" (Woo)
Get the bag, put half away
And then we go again tell a rapper "Test me
You won't have a show again"
Woke up feeling kosher
Hit the roads and go and blow a ten
These pussies think they're goats
I'll give 'em hope if I ghost again

Aitch, tu me manques
Quand est-ce que tu reviens me voir à Paris?
Yeah

Hit the thickest chick in
Paris singing Digga's adlibs (Ha ha ha)
Had her coming screaming "Woi"
I went and did a madness
Put the pussy on repeat
I think that thing attractive
When I'm done pushin' on her cheeks
I tell her "Fling it backwards"
Put the footage on a screen
It's fuckin' cinematic
And she suck it like she mean it
This one been a savage (O oh)
Them likkle rubbers ain't convenient
Need a bigger jacket
But honestly, the pussy's so sweet
I didn't think to wrap it (Ha)
Driveway look like a runway
Doors on the spaceship come electric
Like the front gate
Splash on what I need to keep
My family from the streets
So I got cameras in the trees
A couple ketwigs on some gunplay
I heard your tune, it's all white noise
Youngest in charge 'cause every move
I make's my choice but still
I ask myself the same questions every night
"Is my music gonna bang?" and
"Does Snoochie like white boys?" (Hm-m)
'Bout my business
I've never been one for clout
Stayed on top for four years
I ain't ever been on a drought
Made some money off my music
Invested to spread it out
Couldn't give a fuck who you
Think the best is, i'm gettin' pounds