TEST Lyrics – Aitch & AJ Tracey

Grrah, Grrah (Hahaha)
Grrah, Yeah

I Called Up Gang Like, “Who’s On Fifa?” (Fifa), Let’s Play [At The Shard?]
I Got Cash For The Zips (Cash), But On Trips, I’m Just Payin’ With Cards
Over An M In Separate Assets, None Of Them Stay At My Yard (M’s On M’s)
A Hundred Gpd, That’s Girls Per Day And None Of Them Stay In My Yard
I Break A Back Like I Break The Bank (Yeah), I’m Playin’ My Part (Huh)
Paigon’s Ends Where I Fill Up The Tank (Skrrt), Babe Stay In The Car (Yeah)
Get Love Down South, [But?] Fill Up The [Manks?], They Stay In My Heart (Yeah)
If I Ask Her Nice, “Can I Eat The Cookies”, None Of Them Stay In The Jar (Haha)
My Lycra Blinged, I Didn’t Have Bars, But I Had [Yay’?] Bagged Up (Brr-brr)
My Force’s Black And My Diamonds Came Same Colour As Aitch’s Maybach Truck (Wrmm)
Can’t Take Chat From A Small Dog, Better Research Where I’m Goin’ ’cause I Made That [?] (I Made It)
I Been Eating Well, Got Pasta And [Shells?] All Day Now The Weight’s Back Up
Cars On The Bill ’bout Half A Mill’, I Can’t Make That Up (On God)
Thought It Was Real Till They Got Cut Out, Now He Got No Watch And His Face Is Bust (Bah)
You Can’t Take No L’s, Don’t Trip, Tie Your Laces Up
Baby, The Dj Decks Are That Way, How You Still Facin’ Us?
We Can’t Beef, I’m Way Too Petty
Word To Our Kid, I’ll Make The Car Skid (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Park On The Opp Block And Grab Petty
See I Came With A Lock Or A Shetty (Buh, Buh)
And If Bro Starts Kicking, The [?] Results
To The Shoot Ain’t Going On [Getty?] (Grrah, Grrah)
I’m In The Corner Shop For A Sim And A Ting
Like A Tray Of Young [?] She Is [Wetty?]

Hoppin’ Out Of The Polar Bear, Big Diamond Chain On My Chest (Yeah)
Wifey Holdin’ My Right Hand, ’bout Ninety K On My Left ([?])
Run The Place Like It’s My Gaff, We Slide And Make It A Mess (Skrrt)
She Turn Around And Might Bite That, Gotta Put Her Cake To The Test (Huh)
Black Panther, I Hopped Out, It’s A S 63 S (S)
This Vuitton Was By Virgil, I Got Two V’s On My Chest (My Chest)
Followed Up By An S (S), Sick Diamonds, Grotesque (Yeah)
And If She Wants To Join Me That Season Ticket,
You Gotta Put Her Skills To That Test (Right Now), Yeah, Yeah

My Ap Discontinued, That Must Be Like A Hundred Up (Hahaha)
Can’t Get Better Rates, I Turned Twenty-eight To A Hundred Plus (Yeah)
Come We Celebrate, Tell Her Get A Mate [To?] Have Fun With Us (Let’s Go)
My Day-date Lemonade, That’s A Yellow Plate, Yeah, I Run Shit Off (Woo-hoo; Bling, Uh)
My Arabic [Dogs?] From Doha, I Could Swap This Rolex For A Richard Mille (Quick)
Broke Boys Can’t Chat Me, Get A [?], Stop Sendin’ And Fix That Deal (Go Fix It)
My Young G’s Joe Goldberg ’cause He Hit Man In The Chest With A Kitchen Still?
Bread For The Lawyers, Pay That Bill (I’ll Pay), [If It Gets Hot?], Make It [Chill?]
Rollin’ Up Some Weed, Wrappin’ Rubbers Round Some Bands
Swear I’m Pullin’ Up Too Clean (Skrrt, Skrrt), They Ain’t Fuckin’ With My Gang (Buh, Buh)
Money Stickin’ Out My Jeans, Girl, I’m Tryna See You Dance (Grrah, Grrah)
But She Don’t Want No Piece, She Wants Something In Them— (Yeah, Yeah)

Hoppin’ Out Of The Polar Bear, Big Diamond Chain On My Chest (Yeah)
Wifey Holdin’ My Right Hand, ’bout Ninety K On My Left
Run The Place Like It’s My Gaff, We Slide And Make It A Mess (Skrrt)
She Turn Around And Might Bite That, Gotta Put Her Cake To The Test (Yes)
Black Panther, I Hopped Out, It’s A S 63 S (S)
This Vuitton Was By Virgil, I Got Two V’s On My Chest (My Chest)
Followed Up By An S (S), Sick Diamonds, Grotesque (Yeah)
And If She Wants To Join Me That Season Ticket, You Gotta Put Her Skills To That Test (Right Now)

Ah Shit, Here We Go Again