WokStar (feat. Strick & Skepta) (Explicit) - Young Stoner Life/Skepta

Aero

Phew

Grah grah

Ayy run it back sluzyyy

Skrrt

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

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

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

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 n***as

That these baddies wanna see brrt

I put that s**t 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

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