Say Less

They used to chat shit

Now they say nada

In the dance in a balaclava

We smoke guava

Hot like lava

Adidas tracksuit

Shoes by Prada

I'm here all day and I'm here all night

I like a thick girl with the cellulite

What I sell you'll like

And it gets me by

Hit me up

Just bell my line

I won't tell you again

I ain't here to make friends

I'm here to drink two, two magnums and blem

I'm here to rave

Yeah, I'm here to bop

Maybe mash up the mic

Maybe mash up the spot

Counting my guap

Straight to the top

It's a lot, it's a lot

'til you get dropped

I'mma go stu and do what I do

Making a tune with Bumpa, that's rude

Art supplier

Not arms dealer

Drop bombs like Oppenheimer

Man a top-class rhymer

Here to China

Vibes is nice, 'cos the vibes is higher

Mystik inna flow state, so they rave

Making P's off many brain wave

2-step four to the floor anyway

Jus' gimme the mic and lemme spray

Jus' gimme the mic and lemme slew

London lingo

Pass me the zoot

You got a fat bunda, still

What you gunna do?

Gotta keep it real

Told you once, won't tell you again

In the mix and blend

Like every weekend

Galdem getting through no problemo

She's a ten and her friend's ok doe

Check, one check

Two, one mic check

Sb on the set

Issa boom select

Take control of the decks

And we're getting respect

Yep, it's coming direct

And we keeping it checked (say less)

We don't care about the heresy

He say, she say

Bullshit, nada

Nah, what a palaver

C'mon my G

Tell me what are you after?

Yeah, and we're doing it again

Realest about it

Don't have to pretend

From the first time we ever said mix and blend

Got weekdays feeling like the weekend!

Che, yeah, best believe that still

You know the deal

Yeah, you know the drill

Soundboi kill it

I want it, I get it

They love when we spin it

We done that

We did it

Hop on da riddim and it's armageddon

Gun fingers go up, better arm ya bredrens

Yo, soundboi up da levels

Food comes in a bag, this ain't Marks & Spencer's

They say they want more, say less

Wheel ups on wheels ups and now I feel brain dead

From come down to come up, this shit is outrages

Let's talk about numbers, we ain't doing favours

I'm a bassline killer, I'm a serial wobbla

Mate gimme them quids, gimme them dollars

They wanna test us, know that it's onsite

Things were kinda peak, now they're kinda sick

Lemme drown in it, not just have a sip

She shaking her back like it's bada bing

Time to stack some P's, so I gotta dip

Woi!