Fatality Riddim X
Man love to throw shades till they learn Borough business
And then Google and know man while out
Man charge up like Summertime, two magnums and a 64 your on time out
Four head season, you can hold two in your head back
ABG on a ride out, I ain't got time for the bullshit
I ain't like none of them, I ain't got nothing to lie about
Crazy the scenes just full of begs that love to chat shit
With nothing to write bout, they ain't banging' EPs or singles
It's just one bag of yours with, dry mouth, this thing fresh off the press
If I spin mans jaw reckless bro, you can get ironed out
Just know I give headbutts, low blows, I might just kick man
And dig man's eyes, them man are Pum Pums
One bag of jokers, if mans acting up they best mind out
To many man have got waste man energy
If man is lighting up I switch lights out, I ain't like none of them
I cant pretend for the camera, man cant tell me watch my mouth
Man cant act like money, cant buy shit
Five bags can get man a lie down, I ain't no side man
I'm the same person you see online, Rudeboy when you sign out
I'm still learning to let shit, go can't lie I still tump man on a ride out
This year fam it's red tape and carnage, my dons laugh at shit that you cry about
Somebody tell these man I'm the wrong one, when I load up Boooof you best mind out
Man wanna 4k man, up to 3D, till I get greezy
Grab him and while out, I was straight tump man, run a man down
Like a athlete, there ain't a L in my house
Do it on camera, switch up the MO, but I can't see nothing above the eyebrow
I see man tryna jump on the wave peer, man are just bullshit basic and ironed out
De de rolad De de
If I load, Boooof to your head top sign out, I ain't no carry artist
with one like, dead sixteen, rude boy you best mind out
I leave queng in a soundboy, his head top rude boy, man better circle before man find out
Mad night, English people on holiday, postcode living thats a endless ride out
24 seven man's outside, these man only turn up on a Saturday night
Man know from I touch down I long, I might let off the boooof, let me bill it and vibe out
Man know its pockets and paper, structure and flow with style, I twist it inside out
If my ting ever sounds like some, Grime karaoke, I beg man just pull the mic out
These man a waste man, doing up Simon, probably getting boxed up fam and don't ride out
This year man know it's Kweng and business, I ain't gotta warn, man better mind out
Kweng to your head top, if I rise up and I X that, I'll make your breakfast slide out
Man can't jump on a ready man, feed off a next mans, reload fam and try hide out