JAY1 - Like C4 Lyrics

Look (Once Ago Production)

How you gonna chat 'bout big P or Big Man?
Bruv, bun all the bullshit
Me, I make P, and my lip sore, got a big deal
Fam, fuck all the talkin'
Man wanna act bad for the Snapchat
From 3 PM until mornin'
Man, I swear to God, it's all borin'
Man, don't do the bench, I do scorin'

I-I was out there with KR
Link F quick, flew straight back to Coventry
Four, five girls wanna link up in the hotel
Come, follow me, follow me
Your girl come through in a three-door
You fill the tank, yeah, that's fuckeries
She told you she's goin' to Stacy's
Best watch your girl 'cause she's onto me

Watch your girl 'cause she's inner, damn
Get some brain in the dinger, dab
Tell her, "Round up these figures," yeah
Go to hers and do dinners, safe

I'm just here with my niggas
Hit that café quick, and talk business
All my brothers, we listen
I don't chat to you 'cause you're finished, ayy
I was out there with a blonde ting'
She a buff ting, but I just wan' fuck
Then I went back to the crib, G
She's tipsy, tryna give man 'uck
Her man comes home at half nine
And it's half eight, but I just wan' buss
And if he comes home on a mad ting, it's a sad ting
'Cause I'm not gonna run (no way)

Three girls in a three-door
Three come with a bang like C4
My niggas look left-right, left-right
Back when the sound goes nee-nor
(I-wa I-wa-) I was in the crib with a bad B
I controlled her like P4
The back come fatter than fat
Tell her, "Come ride like seesaw"

Three girls in a three-door
Three come with a bang like C4
My niggas look left-right, left-right
Back when the sound goes nee-nor
(I-wa I-wa-) I was in the crib with a bad B
I controlled her like P4
The back come fatter than fat
Tell her, "Come ride like seesaw"

Let me start off on my one ting from out of the ends
She up, and she gets down
This girl can't cook for shit
But she orders some chick' chow mein when I slept 'round
Slim-thick with a tek-tek wood
Man, gave her the big black D, then I S'd out
Look, B, I'm the best out, why you vexed now?
You wanted the D, now you stressed out
Let me move on to my next ting
She a jest ting, but she keeps cool, man, I like her
But she always wanna talk-talk on the WhatsApp, man
Just mute the chat 'til I pipe her
Big back, big breast, but loanin' out money
You said she gets gassed when I nice her
And she's tryna tell me, her body count's under five people
I know you're a liar

Let me move on
Man I'm tryna give the girl back shots, but she save it like Buffon
Two's for the kid
Me, I just put on my sex, and coat, then I shoot off
It's a mad ting, it's a sad ting
But I ain't even shocked, cah the girl lookin' too buff
My G said, "He sees a nice ting," what where? "Check the ting"
I'm like, "Who? What?"
I get a text on my phone
Lookin' like a +44, try textin' my phone
Man clicked on the WhatsApp picture
It's a dead ting tryna break in my phone
Man dealt with the ting way back, way back
But I was just bored and alone
Now she just wanna tell me I'm a big prick
But I was just bored and alone, ayy

Three girls in a three-door
Three come with a bang like C4
My niggas look left-right, left-right
Back when the sound goes nee-nor
(I-wa I-wa-) I was in the crib with a bad B
I controlled her like P4
The back come fatter than fat
Tell her, "Come ride like seesaw"

Three girls in a three-door
Three come with a bang like C4
My niggas look left-right, left-right
Back when the sound goes nee-nor
(I-wa I-wa-) I was in the crib with a bad B
I controlled her like P4
The back come fatter than fat
Tell her, "Come ride like seesaw"

Yeah, JAY1, JAY1
JAY1, JAY
JAY1, JAY1
JAY1, JAY1
JAY1, JAY1