Cor Blimey

[Intro] But, before that.. And I saw yaz, I jus went nah nah nah... But you know what it--you know what it is bruv, I move like a ghost. I'm not lookin' to see anybody mate [Verse 1] Don't try me The situation's dicey I'm a deity They sayin' I'm a menace to society Explicit lyric, parental advisory I live the life of Riley Ten pints in O'Reilly's Cor Blimey I give thanks to the Almighty Well alrighty [?] On the contrary, I don't need a feature to co-sign me I'm still up up, that's what's up blood Thirty-one bum rush, blunts on the tuk-tuk It's time to run these mother fuckin' numbers up Your number's up, we doin' suppers at the Summer Club Crankin' langoustines, strapped with tangerine Me and shorty do the tango on the balcony Ask about me, "man's a G" I'm smokin' strawberry jam at the jamboree [Refrain] (What you see is what you get You no contest we) [Verse 2] This was cut to size Tell your family to get off my drive Bitch got mouthy kicked her off my life I used to live on Moss Side Movin' like a rock slide Slidin' off in the Off-White's I like hood shit and ratchet stuff I wrote this in my head when I was baggin' up Iron Sheik with the camel clutch I roll my spliff like an aromatic duck I need the hill with the mansion on it I'm Dr. Dre with my face in a bag of chronic In a space suit skinnin' up a massive rocket You was chattin' bollocks so we tapped your pocket [Refrain] (What you see is what you get You no contest we) [Verse 3] About to go platinum the chrome magnum Quotables in all caps and closed captions On the road, no cappin', me and bro snappin' I've been about, I've been around the globe rappin' I'm the whole package, unpack it The flow's go-gadget, she about to blow the gasket Lowerin' your casket, blasted Corn beef hash out in Hamstead Crush the powder in the pamphlet If I like it I sample it I wrapped it and stamped it And put my own stamp on it, it's standard You wouldn't understand it She just mad cuz I left her stranded at the standard I won't tell her where I live, I tell her fibs I'm like, "talk to me", Terry Tibs I just spent a jib on a pair of kicks I made it look seamless with every stich My last album made me very rich I saw the fruits of my labour now I cherry pick I'm out to get the fetty, Freddie Gibbs You men are rappin' bout shit you never did Ain't nothing wrong with embellishing But a snake's still a snake when it sheds its skin (I roll a L with the extra skin) [Refrain] (What you see is what you get You no contest we)