Bossman Birdie - Over The Top 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Skepta] All my old school teachers wanna beg friend with Joseph I get dough, bread, HOVIS Me and my paper stick together Like Sticha and Otis Girl better know boy better know this Brought an R6, got chased by boy dem and got shift Then I got a fine and 6 month driving ban so I sold it I'm on the Tottenham team like Lennon Meridian Walk, N17 Your mandem turned bad in '07 Wait, can you smell that? What's that, cheese or lemon? Wrap that up like a christmas present Pablo, pa** me the ting I'll shoot from anywhere like David Beckham [Hook: Paper Pablo] You must be smoking the rocks I'll open you up When I'm holding the Glock I'll take it over the top You must be smoking the rocks I'll open you up When I'm holding the Glock I'll take it over the top [Verse 2: Bossman Birdie] I make paper Diss me, I'll put your face in the paper Ask Skeps, ask Hater They'll tell you "Bossman, he's a baider" I carry more weight than a waiter In my hooded Stone Island blazer Don't tell me about skeng Cause on my gun, I carry lazer I'm hard when I spray These man couldn't give half what I say If I showed you what the skeng done to his head The judge would've gave me life that day Can't stop now, it's too late I'm infamous, face is bait Hold tight Junior, shout out Drake One gunshot, Meridian estate [Hook: Paper Pablo] You must be smoking the rocks I'll open you up When I'm holding the Glock I'll take it over the top You must be smoking the rocks I'll open you up When I'm holding the Glock I'll take it over the top [Verse 3: Big H] Back to the jungle, back to my roots Tell Pablo strap up the zoots Call up the soilders, bring out the troops Just like Stryder, tings in boots Man all a handstand, jump through hoops I don't wanna hear about no band and group 18 shots that will take off roots Hold tight the youngers, big up the youts Can't ask me why I look vexed It's not Wretch, it's not Ghetts It's not Jay-Z or DMX Spray up the place and ask who's next Send for your armour, put on your vest That don't matter, I will step in your chest 18 shots leave man in a mess H corporation, you know the rest [Hook: Paper Pablo] You must be smoking the rocks I'll open you up When I'm holding the Glock I'll take it over the top You must be smoking the rocks I'll open you up When I'm holding the Glock I'll take it over the top