Paydro - Chinese Whispers (feat. T From T) Lyrics

I couldn't give a f*ck
You're not in the gang?
Don't f*ck with me, don't talk to me
Don't touch me, don't high five me
Don't spud me
We cool
I got the friends I need
(Don't even say my name alie?)
Alie? Don't f*ck with me man.

Fiddy!
Heard this one
I was like nah, let me bless this
Pour up the Henny, one sec
Lemme bill up the cess quick (Bill dat)
Writing bars 'til my eyes and hands feel restless
Then it's next day back to the grind
Cos you know that I won't leave the trap like Brexit (Gone!)

New batch of the peng from the plug
Got me sending out texts (Boy!)
Like "You don't wanna miss this one
Cos the flake come whiter than Everest" (White, white, white)
Consign that food
In business terms that's leverage
Got Steve in the pub ringing off my line
Like "I need some snow with my beverage"

Jump in the four door, hit that (Whooh!)
Cut through traffic, zig zag
Got a next pack, gotta flip that, hit that
Reload, fling it on the strip akh (Fling that!)
No time to wait, I don't kick back (Whooh! Whooh!)
I just do road in my Air Force 1's
See the gyaldem dig that (Dig Dat?)
Invest and get the quid back

Bill up the Cali and blow that
Man talk shit, I just let man know that
If you violate me on the Wednesday night
Roll up by Thursday like a throwback
Dressed in all black like Kodak
With the G's dem, tell a man smoke dat
I know what goes around comes around
So the gang's on point if they roll back

And gang's on point if they rise up
Dej Loaf ting, man tell a man "Try us" (Try me)
My bad man I shoulda said "Try me"
Squad roll deep when a man get wiley
Squad roll deep when a man go functions (One five)
Shut down the rave with the tugs dem (Boy!)
Niggas talk wass for the social
I'm glad I'm the one that bugs them

I'm glad I'm the one that does so
Cos when they see they dash like Roscoe (Run arffff)
Cos my heart come cold like Oslow
Still got deals for the cats like Costco like Uber
Know some trappers and shooters
Put little white on the table
Now your girl come like Henry the hoover

Sarah the snorter (Whooh!)
Man I feel sorry for your daughter
Saw us at the bar making orders
Now she see we drink yak like water
Now she see we drink yak like Cola (Boy!)
Gotta shout out to the yola (Whooh!)
In the club with my darg
Took her home cos she gave me a boner (F*cked that bitch!)

Then I cut morning (F*ck that bitch!)
Left that bitch still snoring (Boy!)
Got shots, so I money march out of the building
F*ck tip toeing in my Jordans
I just want my team to be balling
So there's points that I gotta keep scoring
And bro got a line up North
Put yutes on the Northern Line
Like the last stops Morden

F*ck off mate
Twenty eighteen I mighta given you my sperm
Twenty nineteen? F*ck off

Toot toot toot! Ha!

You must be joking!