Peligro Lyrics

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's start it off like this, nice and easy

Confer with the linguo
Weed smoke, but don't open the window
Light up, man's smokin' the Indo
Click-clack, door open then bingo
Two straps, named Jimbo and Ringo
Pink top, I stepped out in flamingo
Big boss, I stepped out with a bimbo
And I hate to lose, but feels nice when you win though
I clocked the damage
English boy just came through, nigga what's the panic?
Clocked the "what the fuck"'s and nigga clocked the "dammit! "'s
Fuck that geezer, fuck the game and fuck that marriage
Man's just cheeky, man's just neeky, plus embarassed
Why's he even speakin' or discussin' talent?
Man can't even breathe in his disgusting palace
Man can't even leave when niggas buck that ballad
Bet' aim for respect cus
Aim for the cheque blud, then aim for the neck cus
Let's take out a next yute, then take out a next one
Eat up a man's food, then eat up a next ones
Lost the strap, then take up a next gun
You're about as fake as the next yute, and he's as fake as the next one
I just switched that whip, I gotta bait up a next one
I just made me a hit, and make up a next one

I clocked the damage
English boy just came through, nigga shut the planet
Talkin' about, trust me
Oh, they thought it was just me?
We got bare shit over there man, you get me?

Tell my man come off the roads, go get a job and salary
Them man sell diet coke, that food's got zero calories
Them jewels like jiggerdy-jaggerdy, 'dat diamonds got zero clarity
I don't wanna get pissed off, see a man lift off, that's zero gravity
Anyway, actually, who's that girl with her back to me?
I was gonna move to her then but left it
Let the convo come naturally
'Dem, man I just run that casually
Big cougar ting on all fours, man it feels like I've got a tiger tryna tackle me
She said: "you're a little cub, don't fight it"
Fam I could've lost my vision
Ask Hus, the punder was blindin'
Now a lot of man are talking violent
Everyone been out here ridin'
But manna just call them Simba
Dem man are just kings of lying
Dem man are just lion kings
They ain't coppin' no diamond rings
And fuck your Swarovski crystals
They ain't putting no white in cling
They ain't givin' out light and dark, or dark or light, or either thing
Your Mr. still pickin' up Qs
M-R, that's a minor risk
Remember when man came through, not one of them girls was flirtin'
'Til Jus pulled up in a Jurgen Klopp BM, that's an angry German
Manna not bad in person, I'm with guys that are ridin' solo
That'll do it like Ralph Lauren, that's one long stick and a blacked out polo
Two brownin's wanna come to the Vale, like "David, when you gonna send that postcode?"
Tell her meet me at the station, no location, everythin' local
25 minutes on tube, everythin' cool, everythin' sorted
And the girl that I linked was peng, but her friend ain't nice so everythin' awkward