FRANCHISE UK Remix

LETRA

FRANCHISE UK Remix

[Intro: Skepta]
I don't need to shout my cousin
Saw you in the street and you ain't say nothing
Greaze
Smoke
Get the drop (Brr)

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah this my type beat (Brr)
Everybody knows, that this my type beat (Greaze)
This that roof down in the Rari, on the high street
I don't do lowkey, I go soprano in the highest key
She could see that I'm Gucci, so icey (She’s sexy)
Wanna be my wifey, I can be the Travis to your Kylie
Highest in the room I promise ain't nobody high as me
You don't want smoke with me I have you thinkin' bout sobriety (Smoke)
On the 2C-P it's hard to sleep, (You trippy)
Took a nap, and woke up to niggas talkin' like me (Talk)
If I took a L you know I never took it lightly
Keep thinkin' I'm chicken 'till I pull up with the 9 piece
Menace to society and if it ain't Steelo then I can't let nobody style on me

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
Hey
Talk to me quietly
Them swagger jackers tryna find me (Tryna find)
My shooter got them twin cannons see it Siamese
Hannah with the Montana see two sides of me
Ferrari talk, horse in my hand
BVLGARI talk, shorts in the lamb
Take the front cover 'cause I can
We just took the beat for the dank
Gun fingers real street niggas no act
On the Yamaha let the clutch off to the bank
She wanna ride me, ooh I think she likes me (Oh I think she like)
You wanna try me? Blood on your white tee

[Chorus: Skepta]
This my type beat (Brr)
Everybody knows, that this my type beat (Greaze)
This that roof down in the Rari, on the high street
I don't do lowkey, I go soprano in the highest key
She could see that I'm Gucci, so icey (Sex)

[Verse 3: Unknown T & Skepta]
Mhmm, eh, listen
Sweet one, man have her
Tek her to Plaza, B show drinking Havana
Vlone on Prada, BBC parka, tell me a ni*** that's harder
It's a Skep type beat let me bring that lava
Mainstream gwop got left in Valhalla
I'm on the main road no way I'm steering left can't get into saga, no
If that's your Kylie then that's my Jenner
Bredda, try something else Mandela
Baby move long in my new berretta
Throw my goose on and abuse that cheddar
T Bop no matrix, matrix fling on my leather
Like a photoshoot in GQ man measure
I'm in a G Wag like who's that deh suh, deh suh, deh suh
She could see that I'm Gucci, so icey (She's Sexy)

[Verse 4: DETO BLACK]
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a motherfucking monster
Woke up with my ex and I turned into a Rockstar
That bitch tryna look like me, yeah, that bitch is an imposter
Why you f*** that hoe when you know you cannot trust her?
I never need a ni*** for no shit, I'm that bitch
When I pull up all my haters suck my dick, magic trick
All my lust make all these basic bitches sick, I got tricks
In my Vivendii tee, these hoes can't f*** with me
When I rage it's only bitches in my mosh pit, mosh pit
When I rage it's only bitches in my mosh pit
When I rage it's only bitches in my mosh pit