Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Central Cee & DJ Andy] Aight, look You lot thought we was done? Energy, let's go Ayy, London, we ain't come to fuck around, you know? Ayy, word for word, sing [Verse: Central Cee & DJ Andy] I'm not in the mood cah my flight delayed So I jumped on a private jet and I'm askin' the pilot the ETA Lambo' parked on the landin' strip, everyone in my gang and my DJ paid Why's my man talkin' 'bout inshallah? These times, he don't even pray Why's my man wearing a Jesus piece? How does she squeeze in them jeans? Big behind and petitest waist Take time with the GBG, we don't beef nobody like GB— Woke up on the wrong side of bed, so he's gonna get slapped if I don't have my P's to— I love my young boy, I won't lead him— I'm stuck to Lil Bro like PVA (Okay) Paid already, I don't need no hit song We don't need ID, Lil Bro seventeen in the club, he ain't scrollin' TikTok F's just saw him a thick one, "Which one? Who do you want, bro? Pick one" (Ayy, London) If I shoot my shot, I'll hit one, matter of time till I get them all— (Let's go, go, go, go, go) [Chorus: Central Cee & Lil Baby] We can go band for band Fuck that, we can go M for M [Segue: Central Cee, & Lil Baby] Fuck that Ayy, London, that ain't enough, that ain't enough Open that back up, I don't know if I prepared you enough Open that up As I said, we didn't come to fuck around, you know? (We gotta do this shit the right way) The right way, ahlie? [Part II] [Intro: DJ Andy] Energy, let's go [Chorus: Central Cee, Lil Baby & DJ Andy] Look, we can go band for band Fuck that, we can go M for M Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck Double R with the factory rims I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat It's got to the point that I don't even care I got jewels in the safe that I don't even— (Jump, jump, jump, jump) [Verse 1: Central Cee & DJ Andy] I'm not in the mood cah my flight delayed So I jumped on a private jet and I'm askin' the pilot the ETA Lambo' parked on the landin' strip, everyone in my gang and my DJ paid Why's my man talkin' 'bout inshallah? These times, he don't even pray Why's my man wearing a Jesus piece? (Sing) How does she squeeze in them jeans? Big behind and petitest waist Take time with the GBG, we don't beef nobody like GB— Woke up on the wrong side of bed, so he's gonna get slapped if I don't have my P's to— I love my young boy, I won't lead him— I'm stuck to Lil Bro like PV— Paid already, I don't need no hit song We don't need ID, Lil Bro seventeen in the— Ayy, open that back up F's just saw him a thick one, "Which one? Who do you want, bro? Pick one" (Ayy, London, you ready?) If I shoot my shot, I'll hit one, matter of time till I get them all ticked off (Okay, let's go) Alright (Sing) [Chorus: Central Cee, Lil Baby & DJ Andy] We can go band for band Fuck that, we can go M for M Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck Double R with the factory rims I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat To the point that I don't even care I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear [Verse 2: Lil Baby, Central Cee & DJ Andy, Central Cee & Lil Baby] Bro'll do it for some shoes and some clothes, you'll see what he'll do for a necklace 'Rari truck look like a spider, it's crawlin' a dollar on just accessories She made me wanna go harder, I like her whole aura, I think I'm obsessed with her They hit him up— birthday, did him the worst way, he had a death wish I get right under they skin, I don't even try, I guess I can't help that shit I'ma have love for bro for life if we talk or not, I step with him Of course, you can beat me at talkin', ain't no back-and-forth, wait 'til we catch up with them— (Yo, jump, jump, jump) Knockin' a bag and makin' the opposite mad, I done f— (Go, jump, go, jump, go, jump, go) UK Selfridges with a cute one Bank account look good, this a new one You the type like to type on computers Got a mask, but he ain't no shooter Top ten, but she don't act bougie Me and your friends can go to— Hit France, it depend on my mood Maybach van, this ain't no Uber Look, we can go band for band Fuck that, we can go M for M Mama got a body like Kim and 'em Mama been killin' that gym We can go watch for watch, from chain to chain, the rings, I'm him I done got rich, but I'm still with the shit, land in London and go to the ends [Chorus: Central Cee, Lil Baby, Lil Baby & Central Cee] We can go band for band Fuck that, we can go M for— Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck Double R with the factory— I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat To the point that I don't even care I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear [Outro: Lil Baby & Central Cee] London, what the fuck goin' on? Yeah, [?], Europe Oi, hahaha, oh What words can I actually say that, uhm, [expressin'?] my gratitude? I don't think there's such, I don't think there's such a sentence Just know, I appreciate you lot, London, thank you ever so much, I love you