Aitch - Studiosessie 334

Lyrics

[Intro] Let's do this ting Young Aitch, Manny way Every time, you know the score Yeah, yow [Verse 1] It's like they think I got a chip on my shoulder I just can't believe you half believe what Twitter has told ya Bare Minajes, loads of Cardi B's, let Insta control ya Post a pic and say "It's lit", oh how you live for exposure I was younger, all I wanted was a crib an' a whip Now I'm looking at bringing home a BRIT with my chick Fresh suit in the bitch, looking slicker than Rick Some young bosses at the table wanna sit on my click, yeah I set the scene, my record clean, I'm in the Premier League Forget the sheet then let me speak, now wanna get a piece Just let me breathe, give me some P's, I need to bless the beat I've been peppering for weeks, I barely get to sleep But man, it stepping to the beat, she best be stepping neat Too much tekkers every week, I just refreshed the heat Jealousy, a sense of enviousness when we meet But that's alright, it's certain you ain't affecting me, yeah Never been a snake, do it with my eyes closed, I never been awake Feeling like a zombie, smokin' lemons to the face Broski belling me, telling me "They're not ready for you, Aitch" Never been a prick, yow, I always say it how it is I'd rather buy myself a crib than go buy myself a brick Got some donnies that are ridin', always slidin' in the whip And some donnies that just chill an' drink ciders in the clique Straight out o' Manny, I'm in Moston or the heath If I be fucking up the music, bossy got me in the streets Got this pretty one telling me I'm cocky when I speak, like she doesn't know she's gonna get the cocky when we meet, heh Stop it gossiping, no one's bother bothering Honestly brudda nothing you telling me soundin' promising Studio, the bando, I'm whipping it and I'm lockin' it Cooking up a banger, releasin' it and they coppin' it Oh, yeah, she back it up nice Don't pretend you're prestige, you've been active all night Fuck her in ice, get the balance all right Girl, you've had a full bottle, you're still acting all shy Listen, check you've got your twist, I'm a gent Pull up with some gifts like it's Christmas again Always call me reckless, say I'm sick in the 'ead But I swear there ain't any other chick in my bed So stop the accusation baby, I ain't tryna do you wrong I just wanna fuck you wit' the music on Yeah I could've cheated on some Louboutin's But you know you're really lucky if I use my tongue (Yeah) Just give the time and the place I know you ain't shy, why you hidin' your face? Whisper in my ear, yeah, you like what I say Slide in and slide out, I ain't sliding away But I'm sick of people saying they the GOAT Said he waviest on road, but you ain't sailin' on my boat This ain't "Who can get it faster", this is, "Who can make the most" So I ain't giving you a penny, I suggest you take a note You ain't got it how I get it but I bet you wouldn't know Concentrating on your bitch? Go put your focus on your dough Used to question if I bust, now men are using me to blow How I done it, that's for you to find out and me to know Check it big-drip, you look like every other fucker Just look at how Balenciaga runner done ya Sheep is the only title I can put you under Listen, I don't give a fuck, you better run for cover Think I care about your bullets or your younger brudda? Some self snitches, swear your bitches must be undercover You ain't bad, that's case closed, I got to pull a shutter I ain't bad I won't stab you, but I'll uppercut ya, yeah [Outro] 101Barz, Young Aitch Manchester way every time