Young Spray - 'Bout It lyrics

[Verse 1] Body look thick and your face fine Give me your number, what’s your FaceTime Babes, let’s not waste time There’s a lot I can do with that wasteline DJ turn up the ba**line Soon you gonna hear that spray sighing This is that, I raise crime But I look after my son blud, I raise mine From a London town with a London voice and a London sound I’m a London King with a London crown Enemies, yeah we gun them down Can’t forget my prison n***as When you lamb wrote, we had to listen n***as Yeah I really miss them n***as I was in the wing, suffering with them n***as It’s the life we chose Guns, money, d** and hoes Designer clothes I’m still rocking Moschino Percys, money, dros Blue cheese, a hundred 0s Next year, a hundred shows Instagram; ready, pose [Hook] x 2 GRE, I’m bout it RTM to the world, I shout it We lose, I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it [Verse 2] In this UK Rap ting, I’m a pioneer I’m British Airways, they’re Ryanair Beware, there’s a lion here Bite you off, leave you lying there Light him off, leave him dying there I don’t give a f** if you was fighting fair I’m on White Hart Lane in the wrong gear Young Spray blud, I’m gone clear Mr. RTM, Mr. EGA You can have it the hard or the easy way I am doing music cuh I’m mizzie made Always recording music like Paigey Cake With Wes in the fast lane Tryna shot the rest of this ra** caine Still tryna make it past pain Champagne spray, come we pa** plane Wh-wh-wh-what the bumbaclart When the lightening strikes, it’s when the thunder starts Cause you see the spark and then your hear the bark But it’s RIP when from you cross the mark I go fish cuh I be a shark Shots way big and the teeth are sharp I wear my sleeve with my heart Bout it from the start [Hook] x 4 GRE, I’m bout it RTM to the world, I shout it We lose, I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it