Profits Drop that, pick it up Find it, dig it up Aye, bag that, zip it up Spill that, live it up Hook that, fish it up Drop that, pick it up Find it, dig it up Aye, bag that, zip it up Spill that, live it up Hook that, fish it up Man step anywhere at random I don't wanna hear about allow me Like you weren't there when we take to the floor Now pull up, bang, bang, done, gang done Stepped on the club with Magnum Gunshots round there as I answer Gun by the corner ain't standin' You see me in a ride with Callum Aye fuck, better get dashin' Like the baby nine in Hatton Aye, you already know what happened Don't know why this girl got naked You ain't gonna ride this with your captain Really tryna sink man's boat Shit, yuck, wet man's captain Aye, fuckin' on Juice got spilled, yuck Wave it around, bruh, bruh, bruck it Ramsey ways, tuck it Fuckin' around, you won't get a cut in Baby I just want lovin' Just hold this whap if you really love it Enter your skin man, shove it Done him up good now, auntie's cussin' Why did the crashers do this? He was talkin' light so we had to roof him Leave him twist up, no movements Mad that the ting went bustin' Now we're upsea tryna pattern a new ting Bang that dots at a nuisance Man get hit in the back, no cupid Drop that, pick it up Find it, dig it up Aye, fuckin' on Bag that, sip it up Spill that, live it up Hook that, fish it up Drop that, pick it up Find it, dig it up Aye, fuckin' on Bag that, sip it up Spill that, live it up Hook that, fish it up Look in my face My man thought I was jokin' Then he got a pokin' The look in his face Looked like he bust a nut And she kept on goin' This ain't no mistake We in the party, we lie Wrong move and we blow it Don't over complain We lock this whole ting off With the off-point showin' Put away all of them profits I could do with more if I'm honest Me and bro just copped us a beat pack But the beat pack ain't come from profits Typical barber, they run like Sonic Sweep his legs and done it Man shoulda bought some runners Coulda leave their sliders mothers I was man leavin' the sliders Donnie went home with his socks all dirty Sweet one lookin' all furtive She was on a ride when a man got lurkin' Gonna take this deal, you worthy Said she gonna pull up at eight like Purdy And the social ting don't hurt me Live in the flesh, man, run like Turkey Take too long, man, chop that Bits to the bud, man, chop that Pull it back, pop that Twin hand tings, man, cop that Follow me, I'm on that Know I ain't doin' no combat Combat pullin' up if you want that Sting gang, call me Trot that Pick it up, find it, dig it up Aye, fuckin' up Bag that, zip it up Spill that, live it up Hook that, fish it up Pick it up, find it, dig it up Aye, fuckin' up Bag that, zip it up Spill that, live it up Hook that, fish it up *