Letra Is this what you want Yungen

Is this what you want

Is this what you want
Is this what you want

Yeah, they say the UK rap ting's dying
But his what they get for putting all these rappers on the front line but my head is frying
I gave her the big boy merc but she's boujee, she's telling me that she wants a Cayenne
My boy met a German, he's trying to bring cane over, well guten tag I'm buying
Voicenote me, I'm flying
I could of got the job last year as the flyiest with all this pressure man's been applying
I could of got his skin bun already but I told my mum I'll change lord knows I'm trying
I've got like four more years of nutten but smoke then I'm gone to Dubai and retiring
I'm back now tell me what's happening
Come down shut down a town you're trapping in
Like who's got weed for my management
I had three mercs but I shotted them all I can't lie one year and it's boring
But they know me, they know I'm a petrol head, I just copped me a M3 Touran
Shout out Scrap, matching whips we did back to back
Next year I might just buy me a Urus just to show them they can really get rich off rap
I love this UK ting but it breaks my heart 'cause I really see man get rich off cap
You ain't never circled the opp block round and round while bros got the ting on his lap

Is this what you want
Why they want to draw me out I don't know like my bro ain't got it on go
Is this what you want
My darg got dark my darg got snow and my little homie is even got cro
Is this what you want
Why she keep telling me that I'm a hoe like she ain't a hoe and we can do goals
Is this what you want
I know you can't keep this ting on a low so you can't have me but you can have bro

She's asking me why I got a sheisty on I tell her mind bizz I'm shy
Please don't come round with that groupie shit when you find out he's ain't that guy
She's on my terrace on the river, she won't look over, calm down, it ain't that high
Put you on a flight but it weren't even business class, c'mon he ain't that fly

I'll have you in economy too
You really think I have hoes conning me too
If I fly them out then it's gotta be two
I love flavours, the steak's gotta be true
Someone's gassing up hoes and it's gotta be you
Put it on red, it was a quality move
My friends all paid, we're the lottery crew

We ain't outside until we're outside and then we're outside
I hate her lips but it ain't that bad when she got her mouth wide
And I know that it looks like they do this ting but you know clout lies
And I've been a top boy from Sully was making tunes like brown eyes

Is this what you want
Why they want to draw me out I don't know like my bro ain't got it on go
Is this what you want
My darg got dark my darg got snow and my little homie is even got cro
Is this what you want
Why she keep telling me that I'm a hoe like she ain't a hoe and we can do goals
Is this what you want
I know you can't keep this ting on a low so you can't have me but you can have bro