[Hook: STUNTT MANE]
Big city boy with a big bag habit
Dublin keep it you can have it
Gun-plate gum on rose gold ring
Too hot for the charts
Too raw first thing
Got my whole mind open in a brand new tab
Split ya head open in the back of the cab
It’s a little blood it’s not that bad
Come award season you back on track

[Verse 1: STUNTT MANE]
Never seen a man with this much baggage
I’m in deep and you can’t stand it
Bouncer bout to break my grill
Too gone for the door
Too gone on pill
Too gone Man gone way off tack
Spit boxfresh that’s glow on back
If ya gotta ask that’s Mike on my tag
Touch my Guiney’s you catch back hand
Couldn’t be me dont keep no profile
No freeze gonna keep that flow fire
Enemies bo peep when I go wild
Never gone need no tweet no co-sign
Never gone need no “oh he’s class”
Never gone need no puff puff pass
Never gone need no fifty credits
Six feens deep produce and sell it
Ten feens deep from here to L.A
Off the canvas I’m gonna get it
Van Gogh painting off the Pelly
Yokes in water crush the ice
Lemon lime then rack em lines
Bloody Mary Jesus Christ
Where you gonna be tonight?
Way you move I might come twice

[Hook: STUNTT MANE]
Big city boy with a big bag habit
Dublin keep it you can have it
Gun-plate gum on rose gold ring
Too hot for the charts
Too raw first thing
Got my whole mind open in a brand new tab
Split ya head open in the back of the cab
It’s a little blood it’s not that bad
Come award season you back on track

[Verse 2: STUNTT MANE]
Give you the shakes
Tic-tac no backses
Visor down
Donald Duck doing taxes
Counterfeit pen check em again
Check the tens I ain’t take no chances
Cash count it twice
Holding em up to that laser light
And If I told ya once must have told ya twice
Got a job to do ya gotta do it right
Theo got my back
Dolce Vita what’s the craic
Have your man over my lap
Padre Pio whistle slap
Bag lickin' they lookin'
I’m taking they took it
I’m coming they know it
The others is choking
I’m chewing they buzzing
I’m cooking I’m screwing
Can’t name a tool I’m not willing to use
Not enough bruises to give me the blues
Not enough stamina not enough truth
Not enough chopper chase on the news
Give me some smoke give me something to lose
Gimme the heat gimme the loot
I’m in the Bronco I’m on the loose
Whatcha want? I’m in the drive thru
Whatcha need? Would I lie to you?