Lyrics

Call me hat-trick hero (Hero)
'Cause ('Cause)
(Dready)
London boy settin's
0208
O207
Line up the meemees dem
Mad (Mad)
Yo, young Gunner goin'
Super Saiyan levels on him
Man. United with the flow
I done the treble on him
I'm sidetracked, boy
This wasn't my plan
But I can cook up sidetracks
For a sideman
Lyrically I can catch me
A corpse, and
I ain't pretendin' I can't hear
When you're talkin'
God over everyting
Christians taught him
The Devil comes in disguise
But I caught him
Blood why you bluffin'
Bo trust me they ain't on nothin'
Chippy had bars from a young'un
You came at me and kept
Comin' and comin' and comin'
I preed it, he's done now
I'll done him, I'll son him
Don't get mad when I cuss you
Jump on me to grow
I'm not no Mario mushroom
Big up all the DJs
The ones who play fair
When it comes to wordplay
Boy don't play here
This is London
Fresh out the dungeon
I ain't gotta scream it
**** know where I come from
BET Cypher
You cancelled yours, yeah?
True you feel that
Chipmunk spirit in the air
You ain't ready, I swear
'Cause, why did you risk it?
Lookin' like Kylie Jenner
With your big lips
Fire in the Booth debate
The fish bit
Hunger Games
Don't test Haringey District
Fuck, look at the power
Of the internet ****
Never seen him in my life
He's just a internet figure
I watched NFTR but
That's another story
I wish they had the lie detector
Test like Maury
Back to you now, my lion
You're gettin' more G
I don't know what drugs you sell
But buy more, G
Yeah I had two-two songs
That are corny
Still a Green Giant with the pen
You can't corn me
You ain't got a plaque
Miss me with all the chart talk
Now I gotta boogie
With the devil on the dancefloor
Dumb guys can't have me
In a art war
School of grime or school of crime
He's a arsehole
Man wanna come up easy
That's all sleazy
You can get three in a week
Bun your EP
Sat back, preed it
Lined him up neatly
Somebody shoulda told you
Chippy, him nuh easy
Trust me, I don't wanna hear nothin'
'Bout no five months
After you jumped in somethin'
That don't even concern you
Preein' my life for years
From "Who Are You?" to now
How many's that, cuz?
Come on, cuz!
Furthermore, I hope
All your gyaldem friendzone you
Straight
Cah you're dealin' with some
Haterade ting
And we don't sip dat
'Round here, rudebwoy
You get me?
Written by: Jahmaal Noel Fyffe
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