F**K Them

[Chorus: Konan] When fake love goes tru colours show and They know there's no fucking With my team (my team) My team (my team) [Verse 1: Yungen] Krept and Konan put me on and I took that shit through the roof Ducking round in that drop-top, blame that shit on the Goose If I ever lied in a bar, it's probably your girl in the truth Yeah I went from selling Charlie to Radio 1 spitting fire in the booth Got some real motherfuckers around me, but I never call no names My big bro taught me one thing, don't mix the road with the fame You niggas be calling names, keep thinking that I'm a side man Till my circle catch you on the mains and blow off sides when I lines man (ah) But fuck that, I went from the road to the stages Me and Stryder went "bonjour", next year I might buy me a spaceship Me, I'm from the hood, where those skinny niggas are blazers Now it's skinny jeans and blazers and that shit ain't fuck my status I've been putting on for them niggas, them clowns better keep in check Their debit cards ain't saying shit, without I them man are in debt I stay scheming for cash dog, you pussies ain't got no rep So before you call my name, boy go get yourself some respect! I'm out here [Chorus: Konan] When fake love goes tru colours show and They know there's no fucking With my team (my team) My team (my team) When fake love goes tru colours show and They know there's no fucking With my team (my team) My team (my team) [Verse 2: Krept] (Tally) Fuck them niggas! Nah real talk, fuck them niggas! If you ain't Kone or Yung or affiliated Then fuck you, nigga! I can't stand theses industry dons Somebody I'm due to cause an injury on I'm sick and tired! Think the sick get tireder Ah man Krept's on fire! Foot Locker in Brixton riots Hungry for this, can't see what a diet is I told my driver "lead me to Wireless" When these fake niggas say 'wagwan' to me I just sigh, I need a psychiatrist Fuck your rep! Nah nigga, nigga fuck all dat! Get off my dick off, suck on that Grab cash and get your man checked Bragging about your bread and get your bag-get Hating niggas, you can suck your mum! When you know what kinda sluts I want A brown-skinned bitch with a big back That's the hunchback of Notre Dame Fuck it I'mma get my roman on You said you're fire, nigga, false alarm Whores want to come round for an orgy Fuck Tesco's, my house where the whores meet I'm from a place where niggas with sticks roll No computer gangsters Dey'll hit you with a mac, brains on the windows Now the PC tryna find some info Fuck with my team turn a yute to false Stamp you out, turn my Nikes into Louboutins You already know what the goonies on If we get bare shit for the fruity don [Chorus: Konan] When fake love goes tru colours show and They know there's no fucking With my team (my team) My team (my team) When fake love goes tru colours show and They know there's no fucking With my team (my team) My team (my team)