Blade Brown – Harrods lyrics

[Intro]
No days off

[Chorus: Blade Brown and Knucks]
You can catch me in Harrods, shopping with the Arabs
Might buy a bag if she a badderz
Head game crazy, swear, shawty, she a savage
They be tryna ten man you should be embarrassed
You can catch me out in Sloane, shawty on my phone
Tryna bring it back like a loan
Now I got 'em always tryna find out what the tag is on my coat, yo
I ain't mean to brag, ain't even braggin' when I boast

[Verse 1: Blade Brown]
Louis Juniors, you ain't see nuttin' whiter (Nah)
Keys to the foreign in my Balmain biker
Other pocket, two racks and a Lyca
I might send her two racks cah I like her
I'm lyin' man, I'd rather send them racks to a lifer
Yeah, make the time go nicer
Even though Lizzie's a hoe, I still wife her
Ran tru' so many niggas, I still pipe her (One time)
I said I'm nuttin' like your last fella (Nah)
I made some Margiela, up in Marbella
Movin' like the cartel-a
She wanna know my real name, but I can't tell her
Trap author, mixed dope with tap water
The blood came tru in a black Porsche
I came a long way from that black Corsa
B Brown the president, smack talker

[Chorus: Blade Brown and Knucks]
You can catch me in Harrods, shopping with the Arabs
Might buy a bag if she a badderz
Head game crazy, swear, shawty, she a savage
They be tryna ten man you should be embarrassed
You can catch me out in Sloan, shawty on my phone
Tryna bring it back like a loan
Now I got 'em always tryna find out what the tag is on my coat, yo
I ain't mean to brag, ain't even braggin' when I boast

[Verse 2: Blade Brown]
Eight stacks, last trip, man, that's straight facts
Flake packs got me spinnin' like I hate racks
Size ten, bring me both colours, asap (Bring dat)
She says she loves rappers but she hates rap (Ha ha)
I can't leave the game, man it's still in me
That's why I got matters of coke on my itinerary (That's why)
They keep tellin' me "B, you take liberties"
That's why they're tryna build all these cases to get ride of me (Still here)
But every time I drop a key, that's a shopping spree
Two quid, top and jeans, that's a mockery
And who been drippin' for the longest? And it's gotta be me
Lookin' like I won the lottery, see
And nah, this ain't no mistake (Nah)
The only thing that's slowing nigga is the brick rates
That's why I gotta break it down on these mixtapes
Fam, that's last season drop, you're a bit late

[Chorus: Blade Brown and Knucks]
You can catch me in Harrods, shopping with the Arabs
Might buy a bag if she a badderz
Head game crazy, swear, shawty, she a savage
They be tryna ten man you should be embarrassed
You can catch me out in Sloan, shawty on my phone
Tryna bring it back like a loan
Now I got 'em always tryna find out what the tag is on my coat, yo
I ain't mean to brag, ain't even braggin' when I boast
You can catch me in Harrods, shopping with the Arabs
Might buy a bag if she a badderz
Head game crazy, swear, shawty, she a savage
They be tryna ten man you should be embarrassed
You can catch me out in Sloan, shawty on my phone
Tryna bring it back like a loan
Now I got 'em always tryna find out what the tag is on my coat, yo
I ain't mean to brag, ain't even braggin' when I boast