[Intro: ? & Chip]
They swarmed around me like bees
But they were consumed as quickly as burning thorns
In the name of the Lord, I cut them down now
Oh no
Yo
[Verse]
Oi, you live with your mom, you likkle tramp
I paid off mumzy’s yard, you’re going mad
Borrowing watches, teefing clothes
Bring your baby mom back her bags
Before, I have to listen and spill
Cah’ I know where your song goes football still
Profiting off a young G and a hearse
But when you saw RV, you was chatting about church
Is it your young G or a kid from your area?
The street say you’re looking weird, ya know
Said it’s your young G, then a kid from your area
Hold on, it’s getting scarier
Naming everybody that’s done well
But can’t say the same about yourself
Psalms, pen and pad, I’ll give him hell
Savimbi, hit the drawer and pick your belt
Friendly fire was your gimmick
This was never about lyrics
This is about a nasty fucking tramp
Needing clout from people dying in killings
I can’t believe you’re still writing lyrics
These times, you know where his yard is, spin it
These times, you know where farm is, spin it
You write too slow, bro, could’ve got birthday beats
You can’t chat to man about riddims
Fake musician, punk on a one-way mission
Street ready, ain’t you on bail, what
Filming yourself doing crime ain’t-
What you gonna do if they play your lyrics in court
And ask about packs in my house?
Stand on what you’re rapping about
Or, just admit that it’s caps from your mouth(Joker)
The word-for-word ting, I’ve mastered it
You don’t stand for shit or know half of it
These times, Bugzy called me a snitch
And you asked me to do your remix after it
Begging and breading and geminate after it
Dropped it out, then they want a problem after it
It was fun when you was going shell, innit?
It’s not fun when you’re holding shells, innit?
It’s not fun when you’re taking L’s, innit, Lambush?
I’ve never been jacked in Camden
Big up to Chinx and Ramps dem
Word on road, you ain’t ganged them
Or phoned them, or manned them
‘Cause you can’t keep your hand off the gyal-
Can’t believe that I’m clashing this clafe
Put it back
Spray that in the name of Ray black
Pervert, justice
You know your name’s that
Expert trust Chip
They know I flame back
Stop dick-riding stiff chocolate
But when it comes to bars, you ain’t got this
About show me 100 foul
You ain’t show Mumzy’s kitchen ‘till now
I don’t give a fuck for the road man stuff
If you’re chatting about music, I’m licking them down
For an uncleared sample, pay what? I’m not an idiot
Let them rot in they feelings
Got too many bangers, that one got deleted
When I say legend, they wheel it
Why niggas hating on my ends
When they got problems in their own borough?
It’s weird, tell me that
But tweetie pie’s having a 'mare
Swear, I heard you got stripped round there
You’re delulu-world, you took my girl
I’m a virgin, I don’t kiss and tell
You busting any gal because you’re scum
Your baby mothers wish you wore a 'dom
When it comes to music, I’m your father
Your mother can’t be proud to call you son
If everything you really say, you mean it
Click that “Jumpy remix” and delete it
I don’t give a fuck about your cosigns
I’m not with the stamping sexual deviants
Me? I’d rather stamp on sexual deviants
Chatting about you, why you chatting about Chris?
First Ray Black, now it’s sexual gestures at sis
You creep, you should be on the list
[Interlude: Ambush & Chip]
Oh, Ray, man. Ray, man, don’t do me like this, man
I’m sorry. I apologize, man. You know me
I’m just flirty, man. I was fucking about, man
Your breast was out, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it
I didn’t mean it, man(You nasty bum)
Don’t do me like that, man
You don’t have to think like that, man
You know me, ’cause, I was vibing
[Hook: Chip & Ambush]
Why you starting on Chippy?
I was vibing
Why you touching titties?
I was vibing
Why you sleeping with nitties?
I’m stupid
That’s not grime, that’s greedy
I was vibing
Why you snake who helps?
I’m stupid
Why did you come for my belts?
I’m stupid
That’s why you’re getting this belt
I’m stupid
Boy, keep your hands to yourself
[Outro: Ambush]
I touched her, I touched that breast, bro, you know me, man, I’m stupid, innit?
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