No Rings (Demo)

If I'm rolling sideway I go my way, I go my way If you wanna come round that's my place If I go your way, you'll come my way Law of attraction, slightly Happens with my rules, happens at my pace So I'll meet you at a party If you come my way, you run my way Come on then Come on then Let's land party Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b Ay But the yard be bad Couple tings and I'm partly mad No rings but Come on then Come on then Let's land party Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b Ay But the yard be bad Couple tings and I'm partly mad No rings but Only wants white boys Na she likes black Doesn't matter b I'm part b and partly gassed At party mad Got a Ting to eat Got a Ting to scran Wondering if the ting sweet That Chart, Prashad Then I can't be sad As long as the back be bad Got my niggas chillin' at the motive These gyal sweet, Maoam Arragant b And what, man brag Come on then, come on then, let's land, let's land Got a nigga moving like a, next man, next man You chat about drip, gucci man bag, man drag Say she not like other gyal, some next slag, next slag Look good mouth open, not some next blag, next blag You wouldn't trek BFD, say less fam Not tryin' to cuff b, check calm, check calm Which gaff we off back? Your yard yeah? Yes ma'am If I'm rolling sideway I go my way, I go my way If you wanna come round that's my place If I go your way, you'll come my way Law of attraction, slightly Happens with my rules, happens at my pace So I'll meet you at a party If you come my way, you run my way Come on then Come on then Let's land party Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b Ay But the yard be bad Couple tings and I'm partly mad No rings but Come on then Come on then Let's land party Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b Ay But the yard be bad Couple tings and I'm partly mad No rings but She like me more 'cos The tapped way I am Don't quote tho I am what I say I am But without me You lose yourself Because the way I am Just quote a goat, have her move like a Stan She bopping with that Burberry bag So she flirt with me man She considering surgery fam She wanting to match costumes Like Purge with me, damn Still single But for her niggas get blam blam blam She want me to post her on Insta I tell her drop it Then crop it back To bopping The gyal when blocked me She email wanna chat about toxic But that's the way DC tell them man stop it Slide up in those texts man Moving like some next man She feeling me asleep seems Like I'm the nigga of her dreams Wouldn't dare settle But she's class on her knees The bunda after keys Whiskey, parties Desert to me Like obviously, still single G But rightfully The gyal she please Come on then Come on then Let's land party Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b Ay But the yard be bad Couple tings and I'm partly mad No rings but Come on then Come on then Let's land party Got a couple drinks no cash but the yard b Ay But the yard be bad Couple tings and I'm partly mad No rings but If I'm rolling sideway I go my way, I go my way If you wanna come round that's my place If I go your way, you'll come my way Law of attraction, slightly Happens with my rules, happens at my pace So I'll meet you at a party When you come my way, you run my way You run, you run, you run my way You run, you run, you run my way