Ten (feat. Skepta)

(Beam me up Scotty)

Done it again, half past ten

Just made me a ten, they ain′t got out of bed

Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead

One call, make broski blam out your head

We-we're the ones puttin′ on west, not them

They got more money than sense

Sweet one givin' me stress

I ain't givin′ her sex, I′m handlin' biz

Bitch wanna suck now I got success

What about when I slept on a small bunk bed?

Now it′s king-size mattresses, I'm a king

I might send out a hit and off with their head

I′m a bad man but I fuck good girls

That ain't gonna accept if I offer them bread

Turn girls down, I don′t wanna homewreck

When their man's away, they start hollerin' Cench

Bad bitch, go back to your man

I won′t treat you better like Shawn Mendes

Don′t get ahead of yourself and ask for my government name, bae, call me Cench

She thought she was bougie until I came in the room, and she got no decorum left

If bro does back out the ramz and swing, you best hope it don't get caught in flesh (brr)

Pulled up to the club around half past ten

How many vibes I pull up with? Ten

How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten

We the ones puttin′ on the city, not them (baow, baow, baow, baow)

This girl said that I look like money

Told her that I don't fold or bend (huh?)

Every year I′m in the UK top three

Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten

What'd you know about hard work?

Tell me, what you know about M′s?

When you really come from the ends

And the foolin' around gotta come to an end

At this point, I need no new friends

All I need is a wifey to keep me warm (sure)

Pretty face girl with beautiful lips

She kind of look like she was drawn by Slawn

I don't mean to taunt anyone

But we got the label working for us

This deal that I got ain′t a normal one (nah)

You had one hit, one tour, and you′re done (huh?)

Longevity, yeah, we already won

Consistency, then you know man's powers

And you don′t need flowers

When you know you did your ten thousand hours

Done it again, half past ten

Just made me a ten, they ain't got out of bed

Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead

One call, make broski blam out your head

We-we′re the ones puttin' on west, not them

They got more money than sense

Sweet one givin′ me stress

I ain't givin' her sex, I′m handlin′ biz (brr, brr)

Pulled up to the club around half past ten

How many vibes I pull up with? Ten

How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten

We the ones puttin' on the city, not them (baow, baow, baow, baow)

This girl said that I look like money

Told her that I don′t fold or bend (huh?)

Every year I'm in the UK top three

Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten