KSI and Gracey - Rent Free

I don't worry 'bout you
You say you don't fuck with me
But my name's on the tip of your tongue
And that's on you, baby
You, baby
I don't think about you
Yet I'm in your head rent-free
Why is my name on the tip of your tongue?
That's on you, baby
You, you, baby

Living in the city cause I wanna (yeah)
Tippin' many drivers in the city with a hunna (woo)
Quarantine won't stop me in the city I'm a runner (nah)
Shoppin' with a 5K on the twenty-two when I fly away (jeez)
Peng vapor fly when I zoom
Eight figure night if I enter any room
Any chune that I'm hoppin' on it's gonna sonic boom
And now my phone is ringin' (you, you, baby)
Pay me out the blue, but then I never give an F
Black and white, I keep it
So don't try me like a ref (damn)
Mixin' with the cut in my own kitchen with a chef (mm)
Helped so many people that they call me UNICEF
While they beggin' for the recipe
Son of a man that's been workin' the hardest
They passin' out the energy
They pissin' on my enemies
No stress over here, bussin' in my Moncler, nigga

I don't worry 'bout you
You say you don't fuck with me (you don't fuck with me)
But my name's on the tip of your tongue
And that's on you, baby (that's on you, baby)
You, baby
I don't think about you
Yet I'm in your head rent-free
Why is my name on the tip of your tongue? (the tip of your tongue)
That's on you, baby
You, you, baby

And I'm livin' rent free
Big bangers comin' from the ego of fury
Go to Charlie just to spend it on this jewelry
Now I'm showin' it off 'cause I'm unruly
Imagine everything like a neutron (ayy)
And I keep on winnin' even when I do wrong (ayy)
Too strong (woo)
Want it with my winnings but it's too long (mmm)
Still I come with a drip so fresh so they all wanna tweak
Lookin' at the tour and I got paid for the meet
Lookin' at the catalog paid for the beef
Lookin' at the analog paid for the grief
I'm a real badman if you on the wrong side
Got bare space for that piggy back ride
If I want it I get it (yeah)
Never regret it (yeah)
If I go dyin', I'm dyin' in credit, ah

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah
Mm-mm, yeah
Yeah, yeah

I don't worry 'bout you (I don't worry 'bout you, yeah)
You say you don't fuck with me (you don't fuck with me)
But my name's on the tip of your tongue
And that's on you, baby (that's on you, that's on you, baby)
You, baby
I don't think about you
Yet I'm in your head rent-free
Why is my name on the tip of your tongue?
That's on you, baby (that's on you, that's on you, baby)
You, you, baby

Mm-mm, mm-mm, yeah, ayy
Yeah, mm, yeah-ayy
Ah-mm
Mm-mm-mm

Written by:
Adrian Mcleod, Grace Elizabeth Barker, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Thomas Mackenzie Bell

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing

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