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
Jailhous, I’ll say it on camera
You can ask Little Neck, you can ask th 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