Oh It's That Guy With The Grills - Splash

Smoking it by the pound, little bud in my green sweater

Used to sound wack, but I really wanna be better

She say’s she wants to have three letters… but I’m sorry, I’ve been saving for

a real bella

Third eye open, work hard stay focused, fuck a hating locust

Always tryna bring us down, never try to know us

About to hurt your feelings, as my shit goes global…

Respecting all my woman since day 1, only fucked one broad, never forget what

her name was.

We used to be so loud, paranoid about the neighbours

December 31st, is the night my mamma gave birth

Somebody told my momma that this boy is full of music

Raised in the third world, that is what my truth is

Exposed to the first world, Abu dhabi'06, Camden street.

Used to walk it in my

loafers

Everything plastic, Mall full of posers

Stuck in a room, writing songs fuck homework

30gb iPod classic, sum 41. Kfc where the time spent

Fucking hated school, I was always skipping classes

Ugly little midget funny accent, was the type of boy who’d never change his

password, love the sound that tape makes when you hit fast forward

See ill always have New Delhi on my passport

Independent artist, lack a buzz.

no cash flow

Fuck CBSE, fuck a classroom, school you on the blackboard

Aiming for the tops, all my shit is international

Really not a hustler, smoking on musta

Squad is all I trust.

ah!

Laid back rasta

Life loop nascar

Court her in her ass fat

Drive thru Mc Donald’s, sipping minute maid at adnoc

If you’ve lived in Abu Dhabi, you’ll get the last part

Training at the gym… looking swole, all vascular

5'6 midget cut me open.

Find an animal

Last one at the gym, cause you know I got stamina

Music got me feeling good, express it through a camera

Working on my craft, I would never die an amateur

I know I’m getting older, so I really gotta plan it brah!

The industry full of phony artist, cannot stand it brah!

Y’all better step it up, my level.

You can’t match it brah!

If we ever smoked weed together, I won’t pass it back!

Can’t afford a holiday, been saving for an acid stamp

Pop it, let my mind see the truth.

That my glasses can’t

Haters catching feelings, cuz you know I can actually rap

Fuck your bitch on the mezzanine floor-massive attack

Doggy styling her then I put it in his Mommy’s mouth

Channel all my love bottled up, now she making zombie sounds

Dick is like kasuti herb, it gave this bitch a cotton mouth

Ain’t nobody do it better, New Delhi potty mouth

Fuck a slow switch, I don’t need to prove anything to anybody

Got the sonay ki chabhi, all these rappers getting bodied

I’ve been learning from the legends, but I’m not never gonna copy

Stay trill like rocky, funny singhs can’t stop me

Stay true to myself

New Delhi — Abu Dhabi

Reppin both my cities till I’m R.I.P like Ali

Need a real bad girl, who’s addicted to squatting

My only life goal — cop a crib in manual-good vibes in the valley

Attitude of a lion, dropping panties

Living life alone but I’m happy

Living life alone- lifting weights- smoking- chilling

Living life alone but I’m happy