Nasty

[Intro: Skepta] You're not real Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Ride beats like a slut, and biddy don't be a crook (Yeah) Open the door, open a book (One) Draw for the jook (Yeah), open him up (Take) Lyrically crook and biddy durag on (On) Teefing my look (Yeah), don't give a fuck (Nope) See what he did? (Yeah) That's for the books (Takes) T specialist, song for the soldiers T specialist, song for the crooks [Verse 1] Ibiddy draw for the jook, ibiddy don't get shook Ibiddy knowledge, not mook (T) T specialist, I've got my skill, not luck (One) That's for the books (One) Antagonist, I've got hooks (One) Said he knew my family, I couldn't give two fucks Ibiddy said he had a strap on him Didn't buck it just like Kentucks Biddy said he had a wap on him? He didn't buck it just like Kentucks Durag's deluxe, Sarajevo buds Ibiddy chatting 'bout they heard say biddy pussyhole jooks Ibiddy going to the studes, do hooks Ibiddy giving him a stab, two jooks, not sitting like ducks Ibiddy knock a man out, name was Frank I'm not a mook but you're chatting 'bout T While you're sitting in your bedroom smelling like poop While you're sitting in ya bedroom smelling like gas [Chorus] (One) I ride beats like a slut (One), ibiddy don't be a crook (One) Ibiddy open the door (One), ibiddy open the book (One) Ibiddy draw for the jook (One), ibiddy open him up (One) And I will lyrically crook (One) ibiddy durag on (Tyrone) Teefing my look, ibiddy don't give a fuck Ibiddy see what he did? Ibiddy that for the books Ibiddy T specialist, song for the soldiers (Soldiers) T specialist, song for the crooks (Soldiers) [Verse 2] Heard man are chatting 'bout what's his face (One) Heard man are chatting 'bout tops, mid, bass (One) Heard man are chatting to the cops in case (One) Man start letting off Glocks in face (Bow, bow) Heard man are chatting 'bout what's his face (One) Heard man are chatting 'bout tops, mid, bass (One) Heard man are chatting to the cops in case (One) Man start letting off Glocks in face (One, one) Lyrically base, specialist face (Yeah) Little men waste (Yeah), side men get erased (One) Told man already: please stick with the pace (General) Told man already: please stick with the pace (T, T) And I know that nigga but he's not my team And I'm not 19, I'll spin your face round the room Like Glock 19, I'll spin your face round the room Like Glock 19 and it's a big crime scene Figure four leg locks, body shots, taking off your head top T specialist, I spit like Glocks For the soldiers, we cyaan stop it like clocks Ibiddy soldiers, we cyaan stop it like clocks Figure four leg locks, body shots, taking off your head top T specialist I spit like Glocks For the soldiers, we can't stop it like clocks Ibiddy soldiers, we can't stop it like clocks Figure four leg locks a dibby dibby side Glocks Make MCs do body pops I'm mezzically black motherfucker like Coco Pops If you're messing with a G, get cut like crops On the top, but, it's not Top of the Pops Figure four leg locks, body shots, taking off your head top T specialist I spit like Glocks Fucking the soldiers, we can't stop it like clock Ibiddy soldiers, we can't stop it like clocks (Yeah, yeah) A-budu T, I'm coming for the shipping like docks Ibiddy open the box, I heard niggas in the blocks Got shots, look sharp, man are sniffing like fox Bare cops, paigons, pussyholes and... smoke Cannabis like ragga man who have got dreadlocks T specialist, I'm stiff like rocks Ibidi shampers, we're gonna pop it like dots And for the soldiers, you can't stop it like clocks [Outro: Mez & Skepta] 'Cause am mezzically one Black man one Specialist one Warriors one Wunsen Keep your name out your nasty mouth Your nasty lyrics Nasty