Dave — Verdansk Survival Mode

[Intro: Dave] Just had to kick a chick out of the studio fam, shit's nuts, fam (Hahahaha) Nah, like, in Kyle’s words, fam, the truth is madder than fiction, fam It's nuts out here (Oi, ayy, write that shit down) Look [Chorus] I see a ting that I touched, tell me about talkin' stage, gotta tell her "Don’t force it" Beef man, pepper and salt it, me and RJ gotta pull up, no talkin' Trap, you ain't got a rack to your name, my bro brick layin', we don't know about Shoreditch Rental, I never insured it, M25, gotta whip that calmly Man try beef with my dargy, Warzone ting how I come third party My little nigga can't lose that cash, I drop YGs, do it like Kehlani I don't rock Gucci or Armani, ST from ST, I can't Squash that beef like fruit and barley, still got a one black star like Kwame [Verse 1] Three car convoy in Sutton, my mum got matching whips with Yungen Should’ve made Shanei hold on suttin’ but it never would've worked ’cause the girl too stubborn Young G's talking my name on the Ends Gotta tell a man "Please don't risk it" On a right day, man ah just frisk him On a wrong day, I'm gettin’ man airlifted I'm in Hollywood Hills with a white Rolls Royce And a one brownin' from Compton The Lambo parked just in front Man pull up to the bumper and do it like Konshens She wanna go LV, no problem Went for the cheapest bag, that's nonsense I took a hundred bags from Barclays bank No cap, you can go and ask Ellie That one mine, Bouncing Betty The bag 4K, like a HD telly Best believe that I'm back like Nelly Chest petite with a back like jelly I'm seein' man send indirects If you wanna war man then you better be vocal My right hand got a semi, that's local And this Browning, I can't post on socials My girl gotta be far from social, I don't wanna see her at Carni Four-double-eight in the party, LBC how I nicked the Ferrari Girls say we're the littiest batch in South London and, bro, it's a fact Airport, we're going for bants, I hopped out the plane, I ain't going Verdansk What you know about telling a 10/10 to keep her clothes on and moving good? I ain't on beating or misogyny, it's mahogany, I got bougie wood Look, Airbnb with the guys, it's a white man's face that I use to book Chill with the stupid looks or it's gonna be a kettle that I use to cook [Chorus] I see a ting that I touched, tell me about talkin' stage, gotta tell her "Don't force it" Beef man, pepper and salt it, me and RJ gotta pull up, no talkin' Trap, you ain't got a rack to your name, my bro brick layin', we don't know about Shoreditch Rental, I never insured it, M25, gotta whip that calmly Man try beef with my dargy, Warzone ting how I come third party My little nigga can't lose that cash, I drop YGs, do it like Kehlani I don't rock Gucci or Armani, ST from ST, I can't Squash that beef like fruit and barley, still got a one black star like— [Verse 2] I see a ting that I touched, tell me about talkin' stage, I'm tellin' her "Don't stretch it" Beef, man can never neglect it Me and MC, we pull up to inspect it Trap, you ain't never made ten bags Brick layin', it's like Tetris Dig deeper, I never invested M23, I whip that slowly (Slowly) We got heat in South, when I head Central, don't carry shit My shooter thought 'bout touchin' the city 'til I made that call like Sir Alex did If the bar low, then I'ma limbo, akimbo blade for a jimbo San that, Tan that, Fran like 'Cisco Real old school like Adi' and Timbo More time I ain't tryna step out Co-Op My hood hot like Jane and Finch Me and RJ on survival mode Still do it two-player like Kane and Lynch No lynch when a hand got a— Oh, she-she want a hand, gotta take this ting Don't flinch, seven inch got a punch like the first of the month No pinch, no past, two cars like (Let's do this) Sixteen stepped inside, shotgun, got one Not one that you find in the side of your bestfriend's ride Slide, bro, it's a fact Downtown, she goin' for bants, I hopped out the plane, I ain't going Verdansk