Redrum (feat. Key)

If I

You get me

Pull up with a stick its murder

Anything I do

Greaze

I'm blessed

Yeah

If I pull up on the strip its murder

Pull up in the whip its murder

Pull up on your chick its murder

Pull up with a stick its murder

Don't give me that, burner

I'll slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like Ike Turner

Pull up on the strip its murder

Pull up in the whip its murder

Pull up on your chick its murder

Pull up with a stick its murder

Don't give me that, burner

I'll slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like Ike Turner

Touch down in the city now

She don't wanna go work, she tryna call in sick

Everybody wanna clash

When they see me on stage, mc's wanna call it quits

We ain't watching no screw face

Them man are two faced, definitely ain't with the shits

And my SK's fresher than toothpaste

Lord of the mic's and lord of the kicks

I did nine weeks on the Billboard, now they wanna show interest

This year man are trying to cash more checks

Can't have beef on the iPhone X

Can't waist time cause my time's expensive

Everybody wanna be my arch nemesis

Don't care what the time on your kettle is

It's my time when I said it, I meant it

Back with another album, told my accountant I'm gonna clean up

Business flight so I got my feet up

Ten out of ten,  so she wanna meet up

Now the boyfriend trynna get me beat up

Ask about me and they'll tell you he's sauce

Cause I don't beg friend I can see their jealous

You can try but you can't keep up, and if I

Pull up on the strip its murder

Pull up in the whip its murder

Pull up on your chick its murder

Pull up with a stick its murder

Don't give me that, burner

I'll slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like Ike Turner

Pull up on the strip its murder

Pull up in the whip its murder

Pull up on your chick its murder

Pull up with a stick its murder

Don't give me that, burner

I'll slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like Ike Turner

Six million ways to murder

Everyday check another one off

It's not everyday guns and shanks

More success piss everyone off

We came along way fam

I was the pac man with the mouth full of dots

Serving the feens outside by the shops

With the .38 by the side on my crotch

The feds wanted my whole crew locked up

Either that or a tag on a ankle

I had to come back with a different angle

Leaving the house was a gamble

Mum's scared that I wouldn't make it back

'Cause I was on the high road chasing cats

Said they want the old Skepta

But they don't really wanna see me take it back

Back to the nicks, ay

Back selling bricks, ay

Pour single shots, ay

Your bitch end up missing, ay

Then you started bitching, ay

AK with extension, ay

I weren't even wishing, ay

That a **** die, ay

While a **** die, ay

While your momma cry, ay

I laugh, ay

Swoosh with a Glock, ay

Carti in the spot

You was acting like a groupie

You got robbed for your block

Key plus a block, hey

That's you and him, hey

Sharks in the water but I know how to swim, oh

Back to the trap shit, back to the conflict

.45 bust you better act like you don't know shit

If I pull up on the strip its murder

Pull up in the whip its murder

Pull up on your chick its murder

Pull up with a stick its murder

Don't give me that, burner

I'll slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like Ike Turner

Pull up on the strip its murder

Pull up in the whip its murder

Pull up on your chick its murder

Pull up with a stick its murder

Don't give me that, burner

I'll slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like what?

Slap you like who?

Slap you like Ike Turner