TEST Lyrics – Aitch

[Intro: AJ Tracey]
Grrah, grrah (Hahaha)
Grrah, yeah

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey & Aitch]
I called up gang like who’s on FIFA? (FIFA) Let’s play
At the Shard?
I got cash for the zips (Cash), but on trips, I’m just paying with cards
Over an M in separate assets, none of them stay at my yard
A hundred GPD, that’s girls per day and none of them stay in my yard
I break a back like I break the bank, I’m playing my part (Hah)

Paigon? (??) while I fill up the tank (Scrr), babe stay in the ca
Get love down south, (??) fill up the
Manks?, they stay in my heart
If I ask her nice, can I eat the cookies, none of them stay in the jar
My Lycra blinged, I didn’t have bars but I had (??) bagged up (Brr-brr)
My Force’s black and my diamonds came same colour as Aitch’s Maybach truck (Wrrm)
Can’t take (??) from a small dog, better research where I’m going ’cause I made that (??) (I made it)
I been eating well, got pasta and (??) all day now the weight’s back up
Cars on the bill ’bout half a mill, I can’t make that up (On god)

Thought? it was real ’til they got cut out, now he got no watch and his face is bust
You can’t take no L’s, don’t trip, tie your laces up
Baby, the DJ decks are that way, how you still facing us?
We can’t beef, I’m way too petty
Word to our kid, I’ll make the car skid
Park on the hot block and grab petty
See I came with a lock or a shetty
And if bro starts (??) the calendar results
So the shoot ain’t going on (??)
I’m in the corner shop for a sim and a ting
Like a tray of young (??) is (??)

[Chorus: Aitch & AJ Tracey]
Hopping out of the polar bear, big diamond chain on my chest, yeah
Wifey holding my right hand, ’bout ninety K on my left

Run the place like it’s my gaff, we slide and make it a mess (Scrr)
She turn around and might bite that, gotta put her cake to the test (Hah)
Black panther, I hopped out, it’s a S63 S (S)
This Vuitton was by Virgil, I got two V’s on my chest (My chest)
Followed up by an S (S), sick diamonds, grotesque, yeah
And if she wants to join me that season
Ticket? you gotta put her skills to that test (Right now), yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Aitch & AJ Tracey]
My AP discontinued, that must be like a hundred up (Haha)
Can’t get better rates, I turned twenty-eight to a hundred plus, yeah
Come we celebrate, tell her get (??) and have fun with us (Let’s go)
My Day-Date lemonade, that’s a yellow plate, yeah, I run s*it off (Woo-hoo)
My Arabic (??) from Doha, I could swap this Rolex for a Richard Mille (Quick)
Broke boys can’t chat me, get a (??), stop sending and fix that deal (Go fix it)
My young G’s Joe Goldberg ’cause he hit man in the chest with a kitchen (??), yeah
Bread for the lawyers, pay that bill (I’ll pay)
If it gets hot, make it
Chill?
Rolling up some weed, wrapping rubbers ’round some bands
Swear I’m pulling up too clean, they ain’t fu*king with my gang
Money sticking out my jeans, girl I’m tryna see you dance
But she don’t want no piece, she wants something in them—

[Chorus: Aitch & AJ Tracey]
Hopping out of the polar bear, big diamond chain on my chest, yeah
Wifey holding my right hand, ’bout ninety K on my left
Run the place like it’s my gaff, we slide and make it a mess (Scrr)
She turn around and might bite that, gotta put her cake to the test (Yes)
Black panther, I hopped out, it’s a S63 S (S)
This Vuitton was by Virgil, I got two V’s on my chest (My chest)
Followed up by an S (S), sick diamonds, grotesque, yeah
And if she wants to join me that season
Ticket? you gotta put her skills to that test (Right now)

[Outro]
Ah s*it, here we go again