[Chorus: Actualacid]
Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson
It’s the pretty boy frosted tips
Keep the thing on my hips
Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson
It’s the pretty boy frosted tips
Keep the thing on my hips
Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson
It’s the pretty boy frosted tips
Keep the thing on my hips

[Verse 1: STUNTT MANE]
Keep a trigger finger on ya
Hollow tips for the síochana
Frosted tips for the buachaill dána
Smoke steam off up in the sauna
Get off the cross then I get on ya
Plague these man damn rap bubonic
Mean Girls reference yeah we got it
Hit ya with a bus mad FG bonnet
I’m Christ too not being hyperbolic
Game on my back and the chiro bills rocket
Cutting you slack and you still don’t want it
Goals from mid-field never have to run it
Decorate the cab and still I’m a stunner
Every bar I air out that’s another hundred
You gotta think wily if ya think ya road running
I’m Beckham with the left foot
Bout to start something so

[Hook: Actualacid]
Keep a trigger finger on ya
Hollow tips for the siochana
Frosted tips for the buachail dána
Smoke steam off up in the sauna

[Chorus: Actualacid]
Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson
It’s the pretty boy frosted tips
Keep the thing on my hips
Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson
It’s the pretty boy frosted tips
Keep the thing on my hips
Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson
It’s the pretty boy frosted tips
Keep the thing on my hips
Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson
It’s the pretty boy frosted tips
Keep the thing on my hips

[Verse 2: STUNTT MANE]
Broke but live lavish
Topper up on my mattress
I’m a big house owner
Financial controller
They begrudge me a latte they never give me a loaner
Walk into B.O.I with a boner
That boy’s a quarter mil donor
I’m in the back of The Bish
I got numbers and graphs
Can’t see me blow your girl kisses under my mask
I’ve seen the maths
I got the team I got a Colm
Your numbers don’t make sense man
Take 'em out and we can run em
Got by opp of the week
Two leagues deep man
Read em and weep man
I needed the sleep man
They hate to see a girlboss winning
Size 10 block concrete
They wanna see a Stunttmane swimming

[Verse 3: STUNTT MANE & Actualacid]
Tim Chalemet in beige timbs
Shelling out way more than your Benz Is
AA up on the CK
No new contacts
No new friendses
They say he got a long way to go
Until he ends up on the top ten ends lists
SUNTT MANE bars on tap I’m endless
Already in GOAT contention
Keep my face out of the question
Ask your girl I’m pistol grippin'
Steady bopping steady dipping
Check with your girl man you’ve been slipping
Head out and hit it and smack it
She’s still on her back
When I’m back off my lunch break
Humble beginnings we keeping it heaters
And no cap in sight on my work rate
Goku the yoga mat yoghurt all down her back
Hit it reverse I’m like Yoda man
Got your girl saying I owe ya mane
Coming for heads like I’m novocaine
How you keep gettin' on lists?
With these Johnny Marr fits
It’s this
Punk with no id
It these West Brits
Dishonest at best
Tailored thrift
Hardcore for Gary Barlow
I spit bull too never take it too far though
Tongue in my cheek for my thugs in Carlow
Wind shake the Barley and you answer the call bro
Man the bar’s low
Man the fucking bar’s low

[Outro: Actualacid]
How the hell you think it was gonna be easy
Screams from the room where my papa was sleeping
Six feens deep you can fucking keep it
Six feens deep you can fucking keep it
How the hell you think it was gonna be easy
Screams from the room where my papa was sleeping
Six feens deep you can fucking keep it
Six feens deep you can fucking keep it