Impress Me (feat. Headie One)

Ayy, yo
 I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
 And they don't want me for me
 If they can't have me, then they'll have my brethren
 And they don't love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
 If they can't press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
 This bad B sendin' me selfies, pretend it's about red velvet
 Course she
 Course she didn't forget to go get her somethin'
 I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside
 She ain't know me when I was in Feltham
 Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem
 She don't want me for me
 That's why there's makeup all over the foreign
 She see me in D&G, oh, now we got suttin' in common
 She said that I'm puttin' on weight
 Where were you when I was puttin' on weight from porridge?
 She probably wouldn't eat with me if it wasn't steak and lobster
 She see me in expensive Jeeps (Jeeps), wanna hop in
 Would you have walked with me when I had to walk to college?
 She wanna talk about the weekend, not 'bout my problems
 All I talk is drugs, guns, commas (commas)
 You're a good girl
 Why you wanna be around with the drillers, shottas?
 You don't wanna be at the shootouts
 But when we're out in the summer, topless
 And she don't want me for me, she a got options
 This nigga next to me got bread and a whole lotta watches
 I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
 And they don't want me for me
 If they can't have me, then they'll have my brethren
 And they don't love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
 If they can't press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
 This bad B sendin' me selfies, pretend it's about red velvet
 Course she
 Course she didn't forget to go get her somethin'
 I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside
 She ain't know me when I was in Feltham
 Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem
 She don't want me for me, I clocked her and now she wanna beef with me
 She don't wanna be seen with me if it ain't in the passy of the GLE
 She don't want matching Filas, she wanna match double G's with me
 She wanna go swing P's, but wouldn't touch the ends, do a re with me
 She wanna do it officially with me, but if I weren't lit, she'll leave
 She wanna press me, proper styles on a Championship ting
 She don't want me for me, she just want the wads in my Diesel jeans
 That's the only thing she sees in me, she don't want me for me
 I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
 And she don't want me for me, then she probably had Headie, already
 Bust down my neck (yeah)
 Now she thinks I'm sexy, wanna do Nelly and Kelly
 But that's a dilemma, ah
 Oh, nah, nah-nah-nah
 Girl, you gotta do better
 Uh-uh, there's no pressure (no pressure)
 I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me
 And they don't want me for me
 If they can't have me, then they'll have my brethren
 And they don't love me for me, they probably just love my necklace
 If they can't press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis
 This bad B sendin' me selfies, pretend it's about red velvet
 Course she
 Course she didn't forget to go get her somethin'
 I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside
 She ain't know me when I was in Feltham
 Still love when they buck me in person from all of the gyaldem