Skinny Sort (Remix)

[Chorus: Ghetts]

Just 'cause I'm the skinny sort, they think they can fuck with me

It's the principle, my heart's cold like wintersports

Skinny nigga, so I swing with tools

Knife or a .9, don't put your life on the line

No, I'm not right in my mind

I'll push the knife right in your spine

You'll be right to resign

It's eye for an eye

[Verse 1: Ghetts]

The year's 2-6

I really don't fear who's big

Where I'm from, man will wear two sticks

I don't know about where you live

But whatever you swear you live won't matter

When a nigga that's skin like a coat hanger

Rose up with the claw hammer, and scares you stiff

I dare you split

I'll have your mum on some rearview shit

Looking back while tears do drip

All you are is a memory

And what's in the past can't affect me

Size ain't shit, take a good look at me

I weigh 12 on the scale but I am what you couldn't be

Take a good look and see

I ain't looking beef, but when it comes

Niggas be shook in beef, I got heart

One against 15, I be like "What, star?"

Aim for your top half when the shots blast

You will not last, I've been in wars and got scarred

Ghetts ain't like one of them guys to size

I be S-K-I-double-N-Y for life

.9 double-m by my side and more right

Even if I ain't packing I'll still kick your back in

Look, I'll take this like Aladdin

Like, fuck it, I think I can have it (I can have it)

[Verse 2: Scorcher]

Aye, listen, yeah, I’m a Slim Jim, fuck pumping bare weights

I’ll pump something off bare face

Run in your mum's drum, bare face, like, “Who’s skinny then?”

Still me, but who’s silly?

When I’m gloved up, adrenaline pumping

Gloved up and the metal is dumping

Gloved up, I'll have 10 of them jumping

Like Jumpin' Jack Flash

I'm dumping a black mash but I ain't black matte boy

I'll back something like, "Stand back, boy"

You stand your ground and get clapped back

I'm back like a back with a backpack

I'm back with the backpack

But I got something inside

It ain't nothing, I'll ride

Get too close, you know me, I will push something inside

Ask Gary how I get down when I got a knife

Man know what I'm like

I ain't thinking twice, I ain't blinking nice

I will push the ting in a guy if you push me

I say what I want, nobody can't shush me

Don't think me and you's cushty

I'll pick up half a brick, then give man a Kuff-D

I'm like that, I fight with the knife when I fight back

Provoke the dog and I'll bite back

I dare one of you man write back, I dare one of you man hype chat

I'll be like, "Right, where's the knife at?

Let's have the nice strap"

You'll be needing more than a ice pack

When you get touched with the ice pick

I'm fucked up with the ice pick

And you can get fucked up with the ice pick

I'll cut you up quite sick

Just 'cause I'm the skinny sort

[Chorus: Scorcher]

Just 'cause I'm the skinny sort and them man are twice as strong

I gotta walk with the knife

So when man talk up and hype, I can show 'em it's long

I ain't one of them guys that's faced by a nutter with size

If it's on, then it's on

I'm the skinny sort

I don't know what you really thought

But brother, it's long

[Verse 3: Wretch]

Yeah, just 'cause I'm the skinny sort

They wanna give me talk like I won't snap like a bit of chalk

Flip and bore anyone around with a kitchen or lock knife

Lots die, I'm down to ride like I got life

I'm an animal, and I got stripes

I'll dim your lights if you get bright

Yeah, 'cause it ain't like I ain't hyped

'Cause I ain't heavy like an iron pipe

Right? I ain't one to condone

I'm under 10 stones

I run road 'cause I'm in a rush to get home

I must can get flown

'Cah I'm that light

And I'm skin and bone, like I don't weigh a stone

Like I don't stay at home

Like I ain't ate on road (Yeah)

Yeah, but I still own weight and chrome

I pack heat like Satan's home, I'm that cold (That cold)

[Chorus: Scorcher & Ghetts]

Just 'cause I'm the skinny sort and them man are twice as strong

I gotta walk with the knife

So when man talk up and hype, I can show 'em it's long

I ain't one of them guys that's faced by a nutter with size

If it's on, then it's on

I'm the skinny sort

I don't know what you really thought

But brother, it's long

Just 'cause I'm the skinny sort, they think they can fuck with me

It's the principle, my heart's cold like wintersports

Skinny nigga, so I swing with tools

Knife or a .9, don't put your life on the line

No, I'm not right in my mind

I'll push the knife right in your spine

You'll be right to resign

It's eye for an eye