WokStar (feat. Strick & Skepta)

Aero Phew Grah, grah Ayy, run it back, Sluzyyy Skrrt Chorus: Strick Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank Let's go Like I'm playing golf, I could hit holes today Today Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out Trap, trap Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic Trap, wow YSL elite, all the slimes never panic No way, slatt I'll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that For real Wockhardt rockstar Yeah Black excellence, stars in the car Skrrt Verse 1: Strick I make Barry Bonds hits I'm like Tony, I'm like Mitch Match my voice to the tempo, I get paid in full Paid in full Paid cash records just like Chavo and Z-Bo And Z-Bo Keep that mula likе my brother Mula name Mula name Shе already know that I'm lit I'm lit I got the world in my wrist Okay Tires screechin', we got her geeked up, diablo shorty Diablo, skrrt I got a party pack in my pocket, let's get the party started Party started Yeah, I could, I'm the captain, she had to take it to the sargeant Sargeant Closet full with too many racks, put 'em in the floor Floor Superstar, lookin' for me, need a telescope I'm gone I'm done with Alexander McQueen, I'm onto McCartney, bro I had to make my name when I came 'round, that's what I did it for Chorus: Strick Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank Let's go Like I'm playing golf, I could hit holes today Okay Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out Trap, trap Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic Trap, wow YSL elite, all the slimes never panic No way, slatt I'll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that For real Wockhardt rockstar Yeah Black excellence, stars in the car Skrrt Verse 2: Skepta Jumped off the jet, I left semen on the seat I flew out to Greece, sippin' syrup by the sea Ice Banned me from the States, talkin' visa policies They know we're them London niggas that these baddies wanna see Brrt I put that shit on, I'm a beast Savage I don't rock Amiri, this Givenchy unreleased Every day, it's sauce spillin' when I'm steppin' in the streets Ice Even on a Sunday, boy, I'm fresher than a priest Greaze My brother checkin' for police 'cause he steppin' with it Smoke My strap could tell you I'm a freak, boy, I slept with it Smoke They used to curve me, now they say that I look photogenic Brrt I stopped complainin', I stopped waitin', had to go and get it Chorus: Strick Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank Let's go Like I'm playing golf, I could hit holes today Okay Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out Trap, trap Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic Trap, wow YSL elite, all the slimes never panic No way, slatt I'll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that For real Wockhardt rockstar Yeah Black excellence, stars in the car Skrrt