Lyrics No Shade - AM , Skengdo

Who made this? JB made this
Dududu-dududu-bow

Bitch saw me with no shades
Now she wanna call me honey
Funny, sweet brown one, that's lovely
She move right, might show her to mummy
Everything I do's for money
Can't bummy and move so cruddy
I'm a top boy like Sully
Bitch give me top then leave, no huggys

Little man stay in colly
Choose the wrong path, you're dead man, probably
Why's you weed so soggy?
Better not swing that to me, that's dodgy
And, sweetness said that she's on me
Her man's dick won't do the job properly
Chats that he's a real trapper
Bought some weed off him and turned zombie
Ha-ha, that's so funny
I heard that couple man really-really hate me
No doubt that I do not care
Real life, guys are running for safety
Go have a look at your bank account, wakey-wakey
Man ain't got no funds
But alla that chat, why you guys so lazy?
One pack colour as Stormzy
Other pack colour as Paigey Cakey
Man tried violate me
Just like my guy [?]
Free JaySlapIt, it's crazy
I miss when we would get bakey
Can't wait 'til he touches roads
It's straight love, I cannot fakey

Bitch saw me with no shades
Now she wanna call me honey
Funny, sweet brown one, that's lovely
She move right, might show her to mummy
Everything I do's for money
Can't bummy and move so cruddy
I'm a top boy like Sully
Bitch give me top then leave, no huggys

Really down for this gang shit
For this gang shit, I don't lack
Get that .22, then a .32
Then a .45, then a MAC
Then I'll rob man for their broccoli
All their dark food and their crack
Listen, I'm AM with a MA
So at AM I will [?]
You can find me up in Harlem
This ain't Barking, so it's mad
Man ah just parks up with no warning
Then I'm barricading the back
I'm like Ace Boogie in Harlem
Cah TT is my pack
It's like half one in the marnin'
And there's no clocks in the trap
Shotgun corn is different
Bando doors, I'm kickin' it
Man slipped in the blood he's drippin' in
Talk 'bout the life, I'm livin' it
What you know 'bout nights in Gillingham
Straight pump to the cats, I'm fillin' it
Broke boys couldn't tell me anythin'
Courtesy of the state he's livin' in
They chat 'bout gang
Get caught, the rat 'pon man
Chirps 'pon man, how you gon' slap on man?
Bitches, tampon gang
Tryna put your hands on man
Bang to bang, and you still ran from man
Look at this banter man
Bang for the gang, I bang
Bang for the gang, I bang

Bitch saw me with no shades
Now she wanna call me honey
Funny, sweet brown one, that's lovely
She move right, might show her to mummy
Everything I do's for money
Can't bummy and move so cruddy
I'm a top boy like Sully
Bitch give me top then leave, no huggys