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