mumzie

backstreet step, hoodie tied up, face on mute, can’t slip, can’t trip
bro said “lowkey” but the phone still ping, trapline jump like skip
brown one stressin’, she think i’m hers, white one mad, she think i’m lit
truth is both just side investments, main one money, can’t wife no chick

council flat with the paint all chippin’, mumsy prayin’ i change my livin’
still in the bando, no wifi, kitchen, cut that pack, gotta weigh, no slippin’
rude boy talk online, in person timid, i don’t need jewels, still shine, no gimmick
young boy hungry, i’m fresh out the scrimmage, every L i took turned me into a cynic

backroad noise, can’t trust no voice
move one way and you don’t get choice
dinger with a stiff clutch, silent poise
step with the gang, no chat, just boys

OT trip with the whip outdated, plates just fake but the price inflated
bare man hate but the sound still rated, gal in my DM, “bae, i’m jaded”
pree my coat, that’s moncler latest, but i came from nights where the fridge was vacant
don’t show love, man, the road contagious, only show love when the bag outrageous