Rymez
Yo,  ADP on this boy

[Stefflon Don]
Don  too cold‚ I like clothes‚ he like zoots‚ he like Benz

Always on road in a next man´s ends
Tryna catch a paigon slippin´, just to hit him with a skeng and that´s mad
Cah  he got a good girl and she badder than bad
Every  man wan’ beat but she ain´t like that
Face too pretty but she got a little back
But  the nigga ain´t ready for a Don like that
Pull up, reverse‚ pull up, reverse, pull up‚ reverse, back it up

[Headie One]
Pull up, reverse, man do it up the curb, all now when I see X5´s, man swerve
I told shawty I don´t trap, man rap, but try know I been a bad boy from birth
She  loves jewels, she wants shoes, I just gotta match that Prada purse
All now it´s eighteen O´s of dirt, all now I get a text from Sandra first

[NAV]
Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrr, swerve)
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah)
Heard you’re tryna find out what I´m worth (Yeah, ahh)
Every time pull up, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch)
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah)
Can´t live like this, gotta ride ´round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)
Catch me lackin´, shoot me in the head, I ain´t givin´ up shit, yeah
On the road for ten years, mans ain´t take no diss, yeah (Yeah)

[Headie One & Stefflon Don]
She stylish and want a man that´s stylish
Walk with five in my jean, no Wyclef
Show that show, that´s lightwork
Still, I can´t get apply from Trident
She wanna step and eat steak and lobster
I´m tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish
She likes sex and I like it too
Still make her mind colourful
I don´t want my man on the road no more
I don´t wanna do M, fly O no more
Come home and come show me that
Who gonna answer when the fiends dem call?
Who´s gonna answer when the feds dem knock?
Beatin´ down doors and you´re doing up spots
I know feds on me cah I got two stripes, yeah
I´m scared if they hit it with a third, I´m gone

[ Headie One]
It loves me, I gotta love it back
Course I do, ´cause it brought me back
I didn´t trap, couldn´t buy me a Gucci bag, so I bought me a cube of crack
Been in the trap for years, so you know that the gang ain´t new to waps
Still tryna juggle this trap and rap, all of my fiends turn, facts

[NAV]
Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrr, swerve)
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah)
Heard you’re tryna find out what I´m worth (Yeah, ahh)
Every time pull up, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch)

I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah)
Can´t live like this, gotta ride ´round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)
Catch me lackin´, shoot me in the head, I ain´t givin´ up shit, yeah
On the road for ten years, mans ain´t take no diss, yeah (Yeah)