Somebody go call up Skepta
Let him know about the gal lookin' for him
Just had to cut my side man off
Cause he move like a bitch in a male form
Seen a text sayin' that you love me
Took it as a sign to dip
Cause if we bein' honest
You was just some time to kill
Now you wanna go fight with the opps?
You wanna go on-go on with the mini-mates?
Ain't even yam at the pen-pen
You wanna go on-buy this your kitty-mate?
But you don't really know bad gal for real
You don't really know bad gal for real
You don't really know bad gal for real
You don't really know
Y'all can't dress like me
Y'all can't get like me
Justin Louie, Prada, Gucci
Ain't pregnant like me
Where to Ella, where to Ella
Do some fuckin' facts
Now what you mad for?
Cause your nigga text me back
Now you wanna come sendin' shots
Wanna fly to the west with your mini-mates
Cause you can't tame your money
You wanna go on-buy this your kitty-mate?
But you don't really know bad gal for real
You don't really know bad gal for real
You don't really know
I'll fuck you up
Cause you down
I'll fuck you up
Cause you down
I'll fuck you up
Cause you down
I'll fuck you up
Down, down, down, down, down
Yeah, okay, okay, okay
Skepta, Skepta, Skepta, Skepta
And it made my heart y'all call me