Hungry Little Fucker

Real G shit for your airwaves

Started, I was happy from a staircase

Hungry little fucker, getting busy dough

Them times they was hitting bare raves

Kitties congregating

I can't keep them waiting

Phone ringing, "are you on?"

I'm like "yeah babes"

And I ain't tryna blag you, I'm no gangster

Here today, gone tomorrow, that's the mantra

I be backing Goose till I gander

With a baddie with a body like Amber

I smoke like a chimney, I

Smoke till I'm chinky, kung-Fu Panda

All the packs that I'm slanging

I'm moving Max Branning

And I've always got it with me

Don't be asking if I brang it

Minimum, I'm tryna habit

Bare pain, bare anger

Jailhousе, I'll say it on camera

You can ask Little Neck

You can ask thе Kanga

I used to smoke mamba, catch bare banter

Welcome to Britannia

Drink it till it's finished

I must get it from my grandpa

Picture me getting picked on

Little white kid with some beat down kicks on

Started going shop for some big dons

Two-two then I licked a shot

For some big dons birth of a trapaholic

Now I'll get your brick gone

Posted in the ding dong

If the good die young imma live long

Now these bitches on me

Wanna uck me cause I'm famous

Now they know my face

Know my name like my neighbours

Still I'm down to risk it for

My people and my siblings

Must have got me twisted

Got me twisted like some Quavers

I've been living shameless, living heinous

Fuck it man, this the shit that made us

Man they're talking like we ain't such

Potter Payper, you a bait fuck

No behaviour, you ain't straight thug

I'm that type to your main bitch

You can't talk like she ain't cunt

I'm too loyal to my squad that I

Don't wanna know if it ain't us