Spragga Benz - Ghetts, Mercston

Had a girl that I was on the back of the bus with

She was looking out of the window at

Any man driving past in an expensive cyar

So now I ain’t with the same gyal I come up with

Justin, I jump into something

Something only the rich can afford

Man ah run tings, run rings around this one ting

Just 'cause I know that chick was a fraud

I’m stunting on her husband, she’ll dump him

Based on the fact his whip is a Ford

That’s dumb but I’m wondering, which one’s crumbling?

He might feel like she live abroad

Yo, my brudda, don’t let it get to ya

She left him for me, she left me for you

She left you for the man sitting next to ya

Crazy gyal, I might section her

Heard through the grapevine she told someone

That I ain’t ever gonna make it

Wish I could’ve seen her face when she found out

That her ex-boyfriend made it

I still wish you the best, girl

Even though your heart’s full of hatred

And even though I wish you the best, girl

I still have to say this

Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)

Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)

Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)

Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na

Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)

Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)

Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)

Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na

Ayy, I roll up in a Benz like na na na na na

Same model as Ghetts, just different colour

In deya like my nigga Shabba

Hopped out, couldn’t see another brudda sharper

Yeah, still need to see a pastor

But fuck it, fling the keys to the valley, man park up

'Nuff gyal around, like I’d ever charge up

Gyal are starstruck, I don’t wanna ménage up

Hold tight the mandem, large up

I come through in a trench coat

Saw my ex-girl coming out of a Tesco

I was playing some Esco, get back, draw for that

Thinking to myself «this would’ve been a floor-filler»

Onto my old ting and my new ting though

See each other, they don’t even need an intro

I’ll be like the frog with a cup of tea at the window, the mad ting

My old ting and my new?

They’re friends

They see each other, they’re gonna wanna pretend

Laugh at each other but

No, Billie, no, Billie, no, Billie

You can’t have my genes in your ovaries

To the woman that’s head-over-heels over me

I wring her out, then she keeps phoning me

I can be a cunt like

Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)

Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)

Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)

Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na

Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)

Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)

Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)

Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na