Pop Boy

[Intro: Stormzy] Yeah And it's like, yo [Verse 1: Stormzy] Your boy's too hot, put a fan on I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on I'm not da bredda you can go and put your hand on I'm just cookin' up some flavor then I mix it like I'm Manon (Mm) A bit of strength and a little bit of core Could've had my little brother drenched, drippin' in Dior Long time, I was kippin' on the floor Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior Flex on 'em They talk on my name then backslide I ain't even spittin' no more, I rap glide Pree you try and jump on my boat, will capsize Comin' like I'm one of the goats, I'm that nice So it's old flows, new flows, rose gold Hublots Now I'm on the road doin' shows for some Euros Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace Hashtag Merky, that's a pillar of my faith, oh Nightmare comin' for the crown, man, I'm comin' there Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here Been the top boy for a couple summers here And I'm poppin' like the kente that my mama wears, yeah So quit runnin' out your mouth Real gully niggas comin' out the south So, no, I am not the one Man, I just drop for fun Still got a lot to come Fred, you forgot the drums, wait there [Chorus: Stormzy, Aitch] Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy And I didn't even have to be in Top Boy If you're asking what I've done, then it's a lot, boy You rap neeks make me wanna be a pop boy Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy" On a mission, swear they wishin' that I flop, boy But I'll never stop poppin', I'm the pop boy (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Aitch] Your boy's too cold, put the heat on I ain't never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I feed on (Yeah, yeah) Money movements and shellers, that's what my team on I got tekkers, you know it's gettin' peppered if it's got me on (Woah, woah) Stuntin' for the 'Gram, I don't risk it for a like Fall back a second, fam, and have a think about your life Stop movin' so fast, you gotta chill and take your time You ain't thought about it right if you don't think about it twice What boy's chattin' to me like a top boy? Bro, I pop bottles and bitches, I never pop toys Manny way, couple block boys and some hot boys Pull up on the block, boy, finna drop the top, boy You hate me and I ain't a fan of you (Nope) See what I've done in a year, imagine two (Ayy, ayy) Young Aitch, I'm going clear, I'm comin' through Quick to switch pace, uppin' the gear, and bun a zoot like (Ahh, ahh) Flex on 'em, bust a little move for the boomerang Everybody sittin' and watchin' me while I do my dance (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Trust me, this ain't nothin' new to gang Liquor by the load, don't have a clue how much juice I drank Grab a bag when I stack, not a rack (Ahh, ahh) Rack a track, want a plaque, not a wack (Ahh, ahh) Bag of gash, tryna chat, but it's cap (Ahh, ahh) Get me mad, you ain't bad, man, it's sad (Ahh, ahh) [Chorus: Stormzy] Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy And I didn't even have to be in Top Boy If you're asking what I've done, then it's a lot, boy You rap neeks make me wanna be a pop boy Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy" On a mission, swear they wishin' that I flop, boy But I'll never stop poppin', I'm the pop boy