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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jamie Adenuga
Rap
Nathaniel Thompson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamie Adenuga
Songwriter
Nathaniel Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lewi B.
Producer
Lyrics
Lewi B!
(What?)
Man don't need no reason to spit (What?)
Man never knew I had a season ticket (What?)
Mandem are movin' wicked, wicked (What?)
Handle my music, easy, rip it (What?)
And all my moves you see are legit (What?)
Banging my tune in a GTA whip (What?)
Plannin' to do some TDA shit, what?
Spin man in the booth, Superman quick (What?)
Man better move like Ludacris hit (What?)
Gangster approved, yeah you shouldn't spit (What?)
Fam not a clue, you're a new to this shit (What?)
Gang on PUBG lootin' a bit (What?)
Pan man too, yeah, boom and you're lit (What?)
Run out the blue with a Boost, take a sip, what?
You get slapped on screen like parking ticket (What?)
Attack the beat, leave scars in the bit (What?)
Why's Wiley in a Arsenal kit? (What?)
Fam, my G, go ask him innit? (What?)
Man's thirsty, yeah parched likkle bit (What?)
Back that please, yeah, sip it, sip it (What?)
Bang this beat like flippin' Cillit, what?
Don't give a damn about a MOBO award or a BRIT (What?)
Blam like AstroJordz with the clip (What?)
Man don't show my remorse for a prick (What?)
Chattin' about all this sauce that you drip (What?)
Fam your time is tickin', tickin' (What?)
Mandem are fake like vegan chicken (What?)
Can't catch us man slippin', slippin', what?
Trust me, don't try take a photo sneaky, ya prick (What?)
I'll make a bozo delete the pic (What?)
Snatch that phone like Yeezy, innit? (What?)
No passcode so I'm keepin' your shit (What?)
Make man go home wheezin' a bit (What?)
Boy Better Know, get widdit, widdit (What?)
Best not snitch like Quidditch, Quidditch, what?
Nothings in your man bag, yeah, stop reachin' for it (What?)
Jam fam, there's no need for the lip (What?)
Badman here, squash beef and I dip (What?)
Man that's air, I might leave in a bit (What?)
Santander, drop Ps on the whip (What?)
All man hears is "chi-ching, chi-ching" (What?)
Next day yeah, mans whippin', whipping, what?
Drop bodies, watch that stopwatch (Yes)
Hot steppin', hot step, hopscotch
Fuck all the "what's hot, what's not" (All that)
Drop one and knock those socks off (Drop one)
Drop one and knock those socks off (Serious)
Drop one and knock those blocks off
Drop one and knock those socks off (Serious)
Drop one and knock those blocks off
Man ain't got comfy, man ain't complacent
I'm back in the racin', back out the basement
Fed up with jokers, run out of patience
Yeah, you sell out the mandem, man, run out the bacon
You sell out the mandem, sell that Jamaican
Yeah, sell out the black man, sell out the nation
Me, I sell out the stage show, smack, bang, it's vacation
Just whip up the work now, what? Rang out the basin (Jheeze)
Dun-dun-dun, give man the business
Yeah, give man the business, weed, cig, bring out the Rizlas
Yeah, man had the garnet silk
12 inches, ring out the sizzlers (Vintage)
If man got the old school Giggsy mixes, bring out the gigglers
Yeah, man I wish Batman out 'ere, Jokers, bring out the Riddlers
Don't wanna hear no violence, so it's ring out the fiddlers
Shout out the bros them, big up the sisters
Shout out the grafters, big up the drifters
Pick up the biscuit, bap-bap-bap-bap, lift up the pistol
Hop in the bus, said "floor it, driver, quick, up to Bristol"
Yeah, look at the crystal ball is ballin', big up the crystal
Light up your weed and drink and smoke 'cause live-up's a ritual
Duh-duh-duh, we get the picture
Your shit is more like Disney, Dreamworks, kick up the Pixar
Jme and Giggs had to fix up the game, so big up the fixture
Fuck all the mix-up, just whip up the mixture (Lewi B!)
Writer(s): Jamie Adenuga, Lewis Birtles
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