AJ Tracey - Italy lyrics

[Hook] Bare man wanna watch face They say I'm too hood, so the scene ain't feeling me What don't k** man makes you stronger Right now, fam, ain't nobody k**ing me They don't like my expensive garms I'm meant to look broke, real talk, are you kidding me? They hate that my garms are Italian And my peng ting that I'm with's from Italy Bare man wanna watch face They say I'm too hood, so the scene ain't feeling me What don't k** man makes you stronger Right now, fam, ain't nobody k**ing me They don't like my expensive garms I'm meant to look broke, real talk, are you kidding me? They hate that my garms are Italian And my peng ting that I'm with's from Italy [Verse 1] White girl, Carmen Electra When I reload off a BBC That's a big boy crop, then I get a one extra Nine bars get bruk down, f** a tester God forgive me if I buss my nine Bar, that's a likkle reference to Skepta Still oh so comfy in my sector Cause I still will eat man, I'm Lecter And when I spray bars, it's a lecture Youths get ga**ed in the club off of nectar Outside, got a non-musical don with The Nikes on and the co*ked arm in the Vectra Behave yourself, Konan's adlib Your dons don't back you, never backed it If I ever back the ting and then clapped it I bet your squad will leave you like your dad did White girl, Angelina Jolie Sitting in the cut, my dargies roll weed Start with the Q, then dance an oz Peng ting off the sh**, she banged a whole G Nah, nah, nah, can't step to my team Trinidad boy, that's TNT I've seen a real skengman sitting on the porch Shotgun and white tee It ain't nuttin' for my n***a to holla my uncle Tell him come down with the OG When I say OG I don't mean Jendor, Ruger, Little Dee, Blacks or P I mean the Bruckshaw, gat's in his jeans Fly through quick, gat's in his jeans Call up the squad, MTP And tell them 'bout beef, family, it's peak [Hook] Bare man wanna watch face They say I'm too hood, so the scene ain't feeling me What don't k** man makes you stronger Right now, fam, ain't nobody k**ing me They don't like my expensive garms I'm meant to look broke, real talk, are you kidding me? They hate that my garms are Italian And my peng ting that I'm with's from Italy Bare man wanna watch face They say I'm too hood, so the scene ain't feeling me What don't k** man makes you stronger Right now, fam, ain't nobody k**ing me They don't like my expensive garms I'm meant to look broke, real talk, are you kidding me? They hate that my garms are Italian And my peng ting that I'm with's from Italy [Verse 2] People love to call me ungrateful Say that I sin to live, and that's hateful Primary, I couldn't afford kicks to play ball Now my outfit costs 32 8 balls I'm balling, literally balling Left wing balling at eight o'clock in the morning Rest of the time, I'm trapping Or I'm out in the studes, late night, I'm rapping I'm a producer when it comes to the rambo But it ain't hooks or samples like stabbing Sending out the love to the thotties who put back in I be beating up the p**y then sending 'em backpacking Looking at my hoodie and shoobies, I get cash in I ain't onto smashing, I'm saving and man's stacking Cuh I've got some brothers that are sitting in the pen And [?] been bashing You're dead, flow's dead, your crew's dead Girl's dead, lines dead, your food's dead No comeback, RIP Stop grime, don, you're better off on R&B I'm a menace, you can't black ball me I call blunts and order up the pack for me You're a lettuce, any sideman with a fruit loop fetish Plans for the summer or Monaco, then it's Venice