[Chorus] Hide my face 'cause I know they lurking And I got weed in a bag, no Birkin Lil bro just put one in his headie Spun up the block and he tur-tur-turn 'em Hide my face 'cause I know they lurking And I got weed in a bag, no Birkin Lil bro just put one in his headie Spun up the block and he tur-tur-turn 'em [Verse 1: british accent drill rap verse] Raised in the 6 but born in the 7 Pull up, doot doot, doot doot, 6-7 Smoke home alone like my name's lil Kevin Stardawg hotbox, watch it all set in I just ball like Dan Burn from Blyth And I got no licence, I'ma still drive With the bro in the passenger side With a shiesty mask on and a new bankai Hoes line up and it's smash or pass And a good few girls get smashed then dashed Bro got chased by the feds and crashed On the A19 where the traffic's backed Bad bitch a ten out of ten like the Mac in a pack Wrote a book how she got that wap She said she's cold so I bought her a cardi' She said she's off set but I know that's cap [Chorus] Hide my face 'cause I know they lurking And I got weed in a bag, no Birkin Lil bro just put one in his headie Spun up the block and he tur-tur-turn 'em Hide my face 'cause I know they lurking And I got weed in a bag, no Birkin Lil bro just put one in his headie Spun up the block and he tur-tur-turn 'em [Verse 2: british accent drill rap verse] Had to prove that the jewels ain't stainless Too many men 'round here that's brainless Too many men 'round there that's paigan Stars in a coupe make ya bitch get naked Start in the booth and I make that cadence End in the trap where the smoke's still blazing Sold out the packs and the soda's baking Talk about racks when I'm lit and I'm famous She knows there's rats in the trap that's dirty And that there's packs in the back still certi' Too many slags 'round here get flirty Pop out ya tits, watch a man get dirty Pop out ya wrist and the watch get sturdy Double the cup and I'm sipping on 30 Grip on the stick and the bitch like 30 Stick in the tip and bitch said, "It hurt me" Porkies, porkies Walky-talky's saying my name on the fed mans jacket Walk and talk 'bout the bands, they're elastic If I see cash then you know that I'll just have it Bro got booked by the feds for a stabbing And the weed went dry 'cah the boy always had it This shit's no addiction, it's just a habit Throw one's up for hoes and they'll have it [Chorus] Hide my face 'cause I know they lurking And I got weed in a bag, no Birkin Lil bro just put one in his headie Spun up the block and he tur-tur-turn 'em Hide my face 'cause I know they lurking And I got weed in a bag, no Birkin Lil bro just put one in his headie Spun up the block and he tur-tur-turn 'em
