Ibiza

SRB separation confirmed.

Coming up on staging, the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two -minutes, five seconds. -. . .

I'm covered in ooze and I'm smoking shisha, my lungs must be way out of shape.

I'm with a bad ting, holdin' the corner, her back's is broken, way out of shape.

I'm used to the scales, I weighed out an eighth, we came from scrapin' yeah, out the plate.

I had the mandem pissed on the block, I threw the whole pack and I came out in late. I pray I don't rent this

Aston Martin, when the jakes are around, I got darggin'.

I end up in scrubs if the tings start barkin', I put the truck pull up on the curb when I'm parkin'.

I'm on the block with the hash when I'm sparkin', talkin' to the plug, tryna lower that margin.

He ain't ever rap, but he does a lot of mixin', he put it in the press and had the mixtape chartin'.

I left Harrods with a hundred bags, that's 'cause I spent a hundred bags.

I ain't in and out of court, but I run through tags, tryna run up on the wiz, I let him dump two mags.

Me and Blaze on a jet with the mob eatin' pasta, we've been known as a factor. Peggy Goo on the set, ten bottles of Don

Londres, now we're next to the deck at Pacha.

Mykonos nights, I'm dumpin' ten, beef is twenty as well.

These drones don't wanna hear rap, but they wanna bark us and shake up the tell. I'm in ERD and 424, these guns ain't been up on sale. The way

I threw my cash in Rick, that Skyfall made man feel like Adele.

The way I threw that cash, I've been feelin' like Nino, New Jack City.

Stepped in, all eyes on me, you would think that brudda had 2Pac with me. Paris Fashion

Week, make me run up them bands, run through that city.

Two bad tings didn't know their name, but they jumped in the PJ and flew back with me.

I know I'm supposed to be out of the game, chillin' and relaxin'.

More time catch a nigga relapsin', they dreamin' about gettin' B-packs in.

Send a worker to go pree that ting, gettin' nicked with a pack, that's the EDEP ting.

Free Money Max, man, they hit him with the score, wait 'til he get up on the D-Cat wing.

'Til then, we'll be runnin' it up, that's endless patterns and gettin' these checks in.

In the dance with the G and the X in, these rappers just pay for protection.

I might fly out and just blow a bag, tryno, I'm callin' my debts in.

I'm in Black Coffee at Beefa, -twenty quid for that section.

-Mykonos nights, I'm dumpin' ten, beef is twenty as well.

These drones don't wanna hear rap, but they wanna bark us and shake up the tell. I'm in ERD and 424, these guns ain't been up on sale.

The way I threw my cash in Rick, that Skyfall made man feel like Adele.

Mykonos nights, I'm dumpin' ten, beef is twenty as well.

These drones don't wanna hear rap, but they wanna bark us and shake up the tell.

I'm in ERD and 424, these guns ain't been up on sale. The way I threw my cash in Rick, that Skyfall made man feel like Adele.