[Verse 1]
Walk in, tracksuit, grin on tilt
Tea in my hand, bad habits I built
Say "bruv" too much, my mum say guilt
Still get gassed when the dance get filled
Side-eye man with the off-white fake
Sweet one call, that's a half-time break
Card get declined on the Uber fare
Still pop champ like a millionaire (oi)
[Chorus]
I'm too cheeky in the pocket
Chat so slick, can't stop it
If I see my chance, I lock it
(yeah, yeah)
Bounce that mood, I pop it
Talk that talk, I walk it
Whole block, they know I got it
Way too, way too, way too cheeky in the pocket
[Verse 2]
Mandem late, but I'm early to flex
Still owe Fred that fifty in text
Man say "rich?" that's spiritual checks
Got more jokes than I got paychecks
Left on read, now she heart my Story
Said I'm dead, now she back for glory
Uber X? That’s a bus tonight
But I still look leng in the flashing lights (woah)
[Chorus]
I'm too cheeky in the pocket
Chat so slick, can't stop it
If I see my chance, I lock it
(hey, hey)
Bounce that mood, I pop it
Talk that talk, I walk it
Whole block, they know I got it
Way too, way too, way too cheeky in the pocket
[Bridge]
[Beat strips, bass swells, tension rising]
Who said I can't?
Who said I won't?
Laugh in your face
Then do what you don't
[Drop]
[Full-tempo blast, chopped vocal: "cheeky, cheeky, in the pocket" stuttering over the bass]