Crud
Bah (mhm)
Mad (yo)
E-E-English girl named Fiona (Gotcha)
Big batty gyal named Abiola (mm-mm)
Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah)
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (bah, bah)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (mm-mm)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (ooh, ooh)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette (bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Vida loca (bullet)
High as a kite, never sober (shotta)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free up my bro Casanova (free him up)
Badman persona
Badman alone can control her ('trol her)
Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over
Push in my hood, take anaconda (ayy)
Have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a Johnny (ha)
Adeola when I roll with a geezer (with a geez')
Is it me or the lifestyle, sweetheart?
Actually, I don't give a shit (nah)
I'm a rapper now, might as well live in it (live in it)
She smoke up in my hotel, billin' it (billin' it)
You can do what you like darlin', no, they don't give a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
White boy wasted, coke get her wet
But my big brownin' love roll with the zest
I'm an English boy, but I'm so bloody lit
Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I'm litty, I'm burst (yo, Tizzy)
Anybody come see it, pull up to the AP (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Don't come too close
Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both said, "I don't know" (I don't know)
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Got so much Tech when he's tryna score goals
Ordanance Road, bro back that pole
Mhm, if you know then you know (you know)
E1, I'm bringin' it back
Drop a gun lean 'cah no one's been slapped
I'm in the backseat with a brownin' yat'
With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)
They give us the biggest of chats
But live in the flesh, didn't see no hands (no hands)
"Anyting green get bun" is a cap
'Cah no one in 3x3's been blammed for fashion (look)
You don't wanna get left in a mess
Gun shot from the right and the left (boom)
Fifty G's won't pay for your life
Get blazed like Khaled with no cigarettes (yeah, yeah)
En-En-English girl named Fiona (ah)
Straight Hennessy with no Cola (ah)
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold onto the super soaker (ah, yeah)
Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free
It's ironic, 'cause he got wetted for spillin' his drink on me (boom, boom, boom)
Resuscitation just to help him breath
Man drown when it's an internal bleed
But I don't care for your nickname, or your last name
Anyone can get R.I.P.
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Look, huh, hold up (hold up, hold up, hold up)
Huh, I just gotta know her (uh)
I don't like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (nah)
Nigga get shot for smokin' my roll-up, huh (boom, boom)
You said you got it now you gotta show up (yeah)
Shawty gon' suck me up until it's over (yeah)
She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (ah)
She got the twenty inches with the closure (uh)
Uh, yeah, 808, huh (uh, yeah)
No, I don't play no games (nah)
I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names (nah)
If mans not hot then mans not saying (look)
If man gets boomed, then I get blamed (boom)
I took a perky, I'm out of my brain
I ain't never steppin' out of my lane (nah)
Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I'm, proud of my name, uh
Z-Z-Z-ZT, I'm a C double S
Chest shot specialist, wet mans' chest
B double S, backshot specialist (aye)
Bruk up the pum pum, leave that wet
Bad B's in love with the set, no stress, get bread
And we set them trends, no meds
We flex on the opps, get vexed, no net
But you know that we scored on them (boom, boom)
Me and E just stepped on scene, SOS for an anti-green
AFG is an anti team, I don't know 'bout them, I got rams on me
I see one of them IC3's (mhm)
I make the hand ting beat (bah, bah)
Neezy stuck in the streets (mhm)
Shoutout my 3x3's (brrt, bah)
Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (are you mad?)
Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP
Bun it like an earthquake, somethin' like Haiti
She knows me in pages, she callin' me "Baby" (yes)
In twenty-three hours, had to bring that back (bring it)
A Rolex can't phase me
Time be money, so bitch come pay me
Swing both ways so bring your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy with it
And I ain't talking waps, but she know that I'm strapped (really, really, yeah)
Really wit' it, yeah, you know me
I'm really, really with it can't compare when you talk about stacks
Can't compare when you talk about stacks
Hundred K when I pay my tax
Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Ay) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back
Gun lean get shot from the backseat
Two man pull up and bun out the backseat (Naky)
Gassed up Top Boy like Ashley
Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (ying)
Good dick make gyal scream, "Papi"
She holds my wappy, she makes me happy
You know I'm tappy, I chat, and not cappy
I rub my mashy, I'm too-too catty (too catty)
Mek mans shake, no Harlem (what?)
Gassed up, 300, no Spartan
I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin'
Might get bit when you two-step dancin' (brrt)
I do no talkin', the gyaldem clartin'
Is your boy in this spliff? I rass him (mhm)
Bro red card him, shots, no warning (yo)
When I see red, I'm chargin'
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
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Written by: Dennis Junior Odunwo, Kamron Lloyd Chevannes, Shylo Batchelor Millwood
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Crud
Bah (mhm)
Mad (yo)
E-E-English girl named Fiona (Gotcha)
Big batty gyal named Abiola (mm-mm)
Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah)
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (bah, bah)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (mm-mm)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (ooh, ooh)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette (bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Vida loca (bullet)
High as a kite, never sober (shotta)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free up my bro Casanova (free him up)
Badman persona
Badman alone can control her ('trol her)
Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over
Push in my hood, take anaconda (ayy)
Have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a Johnny (ha)
Adeola when I roll with a geezer (with a geez')
Is it me or the lifestyle, sweetheart?
Actually, I don't give a shit (nah)
I'm a rapper now, might as well live in it (live in it)
She smoke up in my hotel, billin' it (billin' it)
You can do what you like darlin', no, they don't give a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
White boy wasted, coke get her wet
But my big brownin' love roll with the zest
I'm an English boy, but I'm so bloody lit
Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I'm litty, I'm burst (yo, Tizzy)
Anybody come see it, pull up to the AP (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Don't come too close
Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both said, "I don't know" (I don't know)
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Got so much Tech when he's tryna score goals
Ordanance Road, bro back that pole
Mhm, if you know then you know (you know)
E1, I'm bringin' it back
Drop a gun lean 'cah no one's been slapped
I'm in the backseat with a brownin' yat'
With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)
They give us the biggest of chats
But live in the flesh, didn't see no hands (no hands)
"Anyting green get bun" is a cap
'Cah no one in 3x3's been blammed for fashion (look)
You don't wanna get left in a mess
Gun shot from the right and the left (boom)
Fifty G's won't pay for your life
Get blazed like Khaled with no cigarettes (yeah, yeah)
En-En-English girl named Fiona (ah)
Straight Hennessy with no Cola (ah)
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold onto the super soaker (ah, yeah)
Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free
It's ironic, 'cause he got wetted for spillin' his drink on me (boom, boom, boom)
Resuscitation just to help him breath
Man drown when it's an internal bleed
But I don't care for your nickname, or your last name
Anyone can get R.I.P.
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Look, huh, hold up (hold up, hold up, hold up)
Huh, I just gotta know her (uh)
I don't like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (nah)
Nigga get shot for smokin' my roll-up, huh (boom, boom)
You said you got it now you gotta show up (yeah)
Shawty gon' suck me up until it's over (yeah)
She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (ah)
She got the twenty inches with the closure (uh)
Uh, yeah, 808, huh (uh, yeah)
No, I don't play no games (nah)
I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names (nah)
If mans not hot then mans not saying (look)
If man gets boomed, then I get blamed (boom)
I took a perky, I'm out of my brain
I ain't never steppin' out of my lane (nah)
Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I'm, proud of my name, uh
Z-Z-Z-ZT, I'm a C double S
Chest shot specialist, wet mans' chest
B double S, backshot specialist (aye)
Bruk up the pum pum, leave that wet
Bad B's in love with the set, no stress, get bread
And we set them trends, no meds
We flex on the opps, get vexed, no net
But you know that we scored on them (boom, boom)
Me and E just stepped on scene, SOS for an anti-green
AFG is an anti team, I don't know 'bout them, I got rams on me
I see one of them IC3's (mhm)
I make the hand ting beat (bah, bah)
Neezy stuck in the streets (mhm)
Shoutout my 3x3's (brrt, bah)
Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (are you mad?)
Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP
Bun it like an earthquake, somethin' like Haiti
She knows me in pages, she callin' me "Baby" (yes)
In twenty-three hours, had to bring that back (bring it)
A Rolex can't phase me
Time be money, so bitch come pay me
Swing both ways so bring your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy with it
And I ain't talking waps, but she know that I'm strapped (really, really, yeah)
Really wit' it, yeah, you know me
I'm really, really with it can't compare when you talk about stacks
Can't compare when you talk about stacks
Hundred K when I pay my tax
Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Ay) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back
Gun lean get shot from the backseat
Two man pull up and bun out the backseat (Naky)
Gassed up Top Boy like Ashley
Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (ying)
Good dick make gyal scream, "Papi"
She holds my wappy, she makes me happy
You know I'm tappy, I chat, and not cappy
I rub my mashy, I'm too-too catty (too catty)
Mek mans shake, no Harlem (what?)
Gassed up, 300, no Spartan
I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin'
Might get bit when you two-step dancin' (brrt)
I do no talkin', the gyaldem clartin'
Is your boy in this spliff? I rass him (mhm)
Bro red card him, shots, no warning (yo)
When I see red, I'm chargin'
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Bah (mhm)
Mad (yo)
E-E-English girl named Fiona (Gotcha)
Big batty gyal named Abiola (mm-mm)
Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah)
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (bah, bah)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (mm-mm)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (ooh, ooh)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette (bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Vida loca (bullet)
High as a kite, never sober (shotta)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free up my bro Casanova (free him up)
Badman persona
Badman alone can control her ('trol her)
Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over
Push in my hood, take anaconda (ayy)
Have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a Johnny (ha)
Adeola when I roll with a geezer (with a geez')
Is it me or the lifestyle, sweetheart?
Actually, I don't give a shit (nah)
I'm a rapper now, might as well live in it (live in it)
She smoke up in my hotel, billin' it (billin' it)
You can do what you like darlin', no, they don't give a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
White boy wasted, coke get her wet
But my big brownin' love roll with the zest
I'm an English boy, but I'm so bloody lit
Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I'm litty, I'm burst (yo, Tizzy)
Anybody come see it, pull up to the AP (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Don't come too close
Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?
Russ, Tion Wayne both said, "I don't know" (I don't know)
I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Got so much Tech when he's tryna score goals
Ordanance Road, bro back that pole
Mhm, if you know then you know (you know)
E1, I'm bringin' it back
Drop a gun lean 'cah no one's been slapped
I'm in the backseat with a brownin' yat'
With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)
They give us the biggest of chats
But live in the flesh, didn't see no hands (no hands)
"Anyting green get bun" is a cap
'Cah no one in 3x3's been blammed for fashion (look)
You don't wanna get left in a mess
Gun shot from the right and the left (boom)
Fifty G's won't pay for your life
Get blazed like Khaled with no cigarettes (yeah, yeah)
En-En-English girl named Fiona (ah)
Straight Hennessy with no Cola (ah)
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold onto the super soaker (ah, yeah)
Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free
It's ironic, 'cause he got wetted for spillin' his drink on me (boom, boom, boom)
Resuscitation just to help him breath
Man drown when it's an internal bleed
But I don't care for your nickname, or your last name
Anyone can get R.I.P.
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Look, huh, hold up (hold up, hold up, hold up)
Huh, I just gotta know her (uh)
I don't like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (nah)
Nigga get shot for smokin' my roll-up, huh (boom, boom)
You said you got it now you gotta show up (yeah)
Shawty gon' suck me up until it's over (yeah)
She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (ah)
She got the twenty inches with the closure (uh)
Uh, yeah, 808, huh (uh, yeah)
No, I don't play no games (nah)
I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names (nah)
If mans not hot then mans not saying (look)
If man gets boomed, then I get blamed (boom)
I took a perky, I'm out of my brain
I ain't never steppin' out of my lane (nah)
Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I'm, proud of my name, uh
Z-Z-Z-ZT, I'm a C double S
Chest shot specialist, wet mans' chest
B double S, backshot specialist (aye)
Bruk up the pum pum, leave that wet
Bad B's in love with the set, no stress, get bread
And we set them trends, no meds
We flex on the opps, get vexed, no net
But you know that we scored on them (boom, boom)
Me and E just stepped on scene, SOS for an anti-green
AFG is an anti team, I don't know 'bout them, I got rams on me
I see one of them IC3's (mhm)
I make the hand ting beat (bah, bah)
Neezy stuck in the streets (mhm)
Shoutout my 3x3's (brrt, bah)
Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (are you mad?)
Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP
Bun it like an earthquake, somethin' like Haiti
She knows me in pages, she callin' me "Baby" (yes)
In twenty-three hours, had to bring that back (bring it)
A Rolex can't phase me
Time be money, so bitch come pay me
Swing both ways so bring your lady
Jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy with it
And I ain't talking waps, but she know that I'm strapped (really, really, yeah)
Really wit' it, yeah, you know me
I'm really, really with it can't compare when you talk about stacks
Can't compare when you talk about stacks
Hundred K when I pay my tax
Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Ay) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back
Gun lean get shot from the backseat
Two man pull up and bun out the backseat (Naky)
Gassed up Top Boy like Ashley
Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (ying)
Good dick make gyal scream, "Papi"
She holds my wappy, she makes me happy
You know I'm tappy, I chat, and not cappy
I rub my mashy, I'm too-too catty (too catty)
Mek mans shake, no Harlem (what?)
Gassed up, 300, no Spartan
I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin'
Might get bit when you two-step dancin' (brrt)
I do no talkin', the gyaldem clartin'
Is your boy in this spliff? I rass him (mhm)
Bro red card him, shots, no warning (yo)
When I see red, I'm chargin'
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Writer: Dennis Junior Odunwo, Kamron Lloyd Chevannes, Shylo Batchelor Millwood
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.