Get A Bit More (feat. Wretch 32 & Dot Rotten) (New Sex Fiend remix)
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Ease (yeah)
We get a bit more
Height (yeah)
We get a bit more
Love (yeah)
We get a bit more
So (yeah)
We get a bit more
Ease (yeah)
We get a bit more
Height (yeah)
We get a bit more
Love (yeah)
We get a bit more
So (yeah)
We get a bit more
I've been doing this shit since way back
Before you heard (wow), before you said (wagwan)
Back when I was planning my tracks about rage raps
Back before Zee was a (whoo), so don't play mad
Like I'm new in the game 'cause I'm not
Ain't even touching the scene, am I hot?
You couldn't clock my top, I was hot
I was popping off spots before I even got hot
What's this? I'll hit you like a hot rock
Get your Ps, get your Ps, I'm from the hot block
Get your Ps, get your Ps, I'm from the hot block
I'm the breeze up that, you ain't got that
It takes to be one of these MCs
You ain't never bring contracts, that's a tease
You ain't never seen or heard about me
But just start making the Gs as I spray
Ease (yeah)
We get a bit more
Height (yeah)
We get a bit more
Love (yeah)
We get a bit more
So (yeah)
We get a bit more
Ease (yeah)
We get a bit more
Height (yeah)
We get a bit more
Love (yeah)
We get a bit more
So (yeah)
We get a bit more
Been around for a hot minute
When it comes to dropping bars, I'm hot with it
Give the mic to certain mans and they're flopping it
Them man are gone like clowns, I'm not in it
See me with the grime shit, probably a mate
But if the yat I'm with is chung, I'm rocking it
Better know when I'm on roll, the call, gassed
It's 21-6 or less to clock digits and I'm in it to win it
I'm gonna be a star
Damn right cuz, my rhymes are flawless
The way I'm throwing the mic's a straight rawkus
Some wanna hate but the raw ones support us
Bruv, I gets love from the earth's four corners
Buff gassed the man, the princess, the paupers
My speech's a reach, frequently applauded
'Cause the track I be bringing will heat the greets corners
That's steaming hot
I'm a fiend for success, gotta reach the top
Lot of beats that's bugged Ghetts
When I creep a lot of knots
The beef will cause stress but the brother needs to walk
At least four skets and a weak to flock
Buss a nut then pour a cup of tea and cough
Like, ah, it's either that or a chill beer
Looking back the gassed like why are you still here?
I wasn't focused
'Cause I ain't tryna be broke or sleep on these streets or surf sofas
Every single man on the team is so dope
You would have thought we were lean and poke smokers
But we're more like cobras, couple of soldiers
Catch a few Zs and it's over
I want a house with a butler, cooks and a chauffeur
Stacking up my Ps like a poker
We get a bit more
Height (yeah)
We get a bit more
Love (yeah)
We get a bit more
So (yeah)
We get a bit more
Ease (yeah)
We get a bit more
Height (yeah)
We get a bit more
Love (yeah)
We get a bit more
So (yeah)
We get a bit more
I've been doing this shit since way back
Before you heard (wow), before you said (wagwan)
Back when I was planning my tracks about rage raps
Back before Zee was a (whoo), so don't play mad
Like I'm new in the game 'cause I'm not
Ain't even touching the scene, am I hot?
You couldn't clock my top, I was hot
I was popping off spots before I even got hot
What's this? I'll hit you like a hot rock
Get your Ps, get your Ps, I'm from the hot block
Get your Ps, get your Ps, I'm from the hot block
I'm the breeze up that, you ain't got that
It takes to be one of these MCs
You ain't never bring contracts, that's a tease
You ain't never seen or heard about me
But just start making the Gs as I spray
Ease (yeah)
We get a bit more
Height (yeah)
We get a bit more
Love (yeah)
We get a bit more
So (yeah)
We get a bit more
Ease (yeah)
We get a bit more
Height (yeah)
We get a bit more
Love (yeah)
We get a bit more
So (yeah)
We get a bit more
Been around for a hot minute
When it comes to dropping bars, I'm hot with it
Give the mic to certain mans and they're flopping it
Them man are gone like clowns, I'm not in it
See me with the grime shit, probably a mate
But if the yat I'm with is chung, I'm rocking it
Better know when I'm on roll, the call, gassed
It's 21-6 or less to clock digits and I'm in it to win it
I'm gonna be a star
Damn right cuz, my rhymes are flawless
The way I'm throwing the mic's a straight rawkus
Some wanna hate but the raw ones support us
Bruv, I gets love from the earth's four corners
Buff gassed the man, the princess, the paupers
My speech's a reach, frequently applauded
'Cause the track I be bringing will heat the greets corners
That's steaming hot
I'm a fiend for success, gotta reach the top
Lot of beats that's bugged Ghetts
When I creep a lot of knots
The beef will cause stress but the brother needs to walk
At least four skets and a weak to flock
Buss a nut then pour a cup of tea and cough
Like, ah, it's either that or a chill beer
Looking back the gassed like why are you still here?
I wasn't focused
'Cause I ain't tryna be broke or sleep on these streets or surf sofas
Every single man on the team is so dope
You would have thought we were lean and poke smokers
But we're more like cobras, couple of soldiers
Catch a few Zs and it's over
I want a house with a butler, cooks and a chauffeur
Stacking up my Ps like a poker