Pepper Riddim

I'm the same kid that'll take your girl Then run her back when I'm done I'm the same kid that didn't go uni Cuh rapping was more fun I'm the same kid that got kicked out of school But thank the lord I ain't dumb Now I make more dough than every kid in my year Miss Peacock can suck her mum Yeah, yeah, I come with them skippy flows You know Ry and Tré, they're my little bros Yeah, we in the range, dipping low I'm still running through the hood with my flipping woes Woop, pour me more Cognac I made "Ain't On Nuttin'", they ain't on that I told the labels dem if that sterling ain't right There's no way that I'm signing no contract Pull up the track Tell a boy say my name and get slapped Tell a boy come round here and get clapped I don't trust no buddy, I just get mo stacks Two shows, one night, I get more stacks Man can never tell me my tunes are crap Man can never tell me my tunes are crap When Ain't on Nuttin brought K Koke back Back-back-back, shout out Koke I don't smoke weed, I don't take coke I don't do balloons, I ain't tryna float I'm just tryna make sure I don't go broke I brought the man dem in, we can never go broke They ain't on my wave, tell em get out my boat I ain't no clown, I ain't here to run joke Now I got everyone singing my quote Fam, I get peng lightys like uno dem ones Buff brownings like uno dem ones White tings like uno dem ones You don't get no gyal, you don't know dem ones Asian tings like uno dem ones Them man hating, we don't know dem ones Couple tings I beat they still live with their parents But now it's all peak cause I know their mums Man's wealthy I ain't rich, but man's healthy Me, I'm a lighty, I take selfies If you don't know me, don't bell me Yeah, my bro's in jail getting jail P Lord knows I never called him to help me Fam, I was 17 rocking LV Around the same times I used to check Chelsea I had to tell Chelsea I'm a hazard All these fake rappers all need an Oscar Cause she begs she wants to go to a nice restaurant But I'mma buy her a coffee at Costa Yeah, my bro stepped in with the 'matic He said "put Yungen up on that roster" Word to the boy Kano, I know my P's and Q's And I'll pop pop till a man's popular Man's popular, don't try me Cause I'll put a loaf on your head And everyone knows I get bread And you don't wanna end up dead I ain't in that he said, she said Tell that don don't cry, don't beg Tell that ho that she better give hed Cause man don't beat on no reds The kids wanna be me Cause I'm certified like Sneaky Yeah, I'm certified like Krept & Konan It's long if a nigga wanna beef me When my mum told me "get a job" I told her that I'm gonna make a CD Lord knows that she didn't believe me Now I'm 23 and never had a CV And I pay her bills like uno dem ones You don't know dem ones Fuck off Shit! Niggas talking 'bout they know them ones, you ain't know them ones, nigga. You know them ones, huh? Do ya, huh? Shit