No Favours - Am

When my new ting see me, it’s on sight

Cah my ex on my back like Off-White

Should’ve dashed her long time

But I got trees in her house like bonzai

Can’t G check me, I’m the wrong guy

Bro done cheff my man in the wrong eye

When the corn and your head back combine

See hella big bits, no consign

Don’t get-got tryna prove you’re bad

I got three plus four in the Gucci bag

The pussy hid and tried to say that he don’t see gang

But he ain’t legally blind, he’s a goofy man

Ay-ay-ay-ay

Had me lookin' in the shops, where’s Dukie at?

Ay-ay-ay-ay

And you should never trust me, I’m a booky lad

The opps ain’t allowed no friends

You might as well bang if you chill with them

They left you twice and you’re still with them (How?)

They’ve done it before, they’ll do it again (They will)

You already know my angle (You know)

Fully auto, no manual

Yard man ting, I can do it in sandals (Sandals)

Bad B blowin' my candles (Whoosh)

Over here we don’t do no favours (No)

Them man keep givin' us flavours (Why?)

Like, what are you smokin'?

(Like what?)

Cah the Bis pack smellin' outrageous (Bomboclaat)

Like, what do I call it?

Cah the new pack’s lookin' all nameless (Dudu-du)

Let me step 'round there with the stainless (Dudu-du)

Take smiles off everyone’s faces (Bow, bow)

How the opps still preein' my picture?

Mister, go keep an eye on your sister

When I back rum to the face, no mixer

Two skengs up tryna put him in rizla

On sight if I see me a paigon

I’ll blood your clart like Jamaicans

Dot-dot make him curl up like (Quavers)

(Dot-dot make him curl up like Quavers)

And I’m sure the hand ting weren’t stainless

Brand new shave to your head weren’t tapered

These shots never came with chasers

Tryna get burst, do I have any takers?

In a 4×4 with the mandem

Funny how the corn went yellow like Lakers

And each time that your friend got abandoned

He got dipped like he never had papers

Are you sure that you’re meant for this?

I don’t know why the dot’s so sensitive

Slap man and he spazzed like exorcist

No ecstasy when I pop this prick

If a man didn’t act so booky

Could’ve made racks in the trap with Lucy

Mash work on your face like Avon

With a hammer like Chris and Snoopy

Over here we don’t do no favours (No)

Them man keep givin' us flavours (Why?)

Like, what are you smokin'?

(Like what?)

Cah the Bis pack smellin' outrageous (Bomboclaat)

Like, what do I call it?

Cah the new pack’s lookin' all nameless (Dudu-du)

Let me step 'round there with the stainless (Dudu-du)

Take smiles off everyone’s faces (Bow, bow)

I was in the cut like barber (Barber)

Rambo lookin' all marga (Marga)

One to the chest, that’s karma

I ain’t tryna rip jeans like Zara (No)

Really up front like Zaha (Like Zaha)

Gunshot for an informer (Dudu)

Deadting, lemme give her some water (Bow, bow)

Lookin' all thirsty, I don’t want nada