Verdansk (Survival Mode|Explicit) - Dave
Lyrics by：Dave/Kyle Evans
Composed by：Dave/Kyle Evans
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 s**t down
Look
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 n***a 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
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 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
1010 to keep her clothes on and moving good
I ain't on beating or misogyny
It's mahogany I got bougie wood
Look air BNB 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
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 n***a 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
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 slowly
We got heat in South
When I head central don't carry s**t
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
Slide
Slide bro it's a fact
Downtown she goin' for bants
I hopped out the plane I ain't going Verdansk
Dansk dansk dansk dansk
