Chip - L (Lil Clive Diss 2) lyrics

[Intro] You see, really, you lost already, cause you said after your first tune you weren't gonna do no more, just (pssh) Beat's mad haunted, it's gonna haunt him [Verse] First off, trust me, my mum's house is bait nicer than yours The person who stuck me up would stick you up too if you slipped in North You think them man should back me but not one of them are in my crew When it comes to spitters in North, I've been outsold by who? You could never see me at Wireless and try do something There ain't no k**er in your eyes, Clive, why you bluffing? I'm good in North, you ain't good in South, but for me you're cussing 67 are on your clart, and you ain't on nuttin' f** it, chuck it, bang out of order Draw for my mumzy, I'll draw out Paula Trust me, my mum owns her yard Your mum? Don't, don't go there, darg You're not a gangster, you're some fraud You don't wanna clash me, you're not hard Where's the 44 in the four-door now, Clive? Why you dancing on Smarts? Think you're smart? Nah, you're not smart You won't last, nah, you won't last Until you buck 67, you've run out of heart And Chip ain't run out of bars I never asked about your D Mid-beat, she just told me Crying outside her house You little f**ing Jabroni Meek don't know your name at all What's your point, you clown? With that sloppy flow and delivery You ain't making Drizzy proud You've got lightskins taking Ls When I shell, you're still Michelle I get-get Shelly-Ann as well If you're in PD, it's PDL You hoe, are you getting paid To say other MCs' names? South kid bredding north man North side to the end, behave I can't let you feel like That MC you feel like Cuh that one you feel like Comes from my side Here we put MCs in graves You little f**boy, what have you done? Can't chat to me about Tottenham I reasoned with Lukey's mum Spirits inside of me, no joke Run out of heart, now you need hope I'm not the one you wan' provoke TOWIE living, can't be broke Young boy could never outverse me f** your Merc, you can't murk me Soon try bashment just like me But you can't be my sound, can't clash like me Nara, holla me And come and tell the world what he put you through Stop bullying girls, you p**y Gonna run out of bars Can't shush me Clive, just might run out of bars Chip don't run out of bars You wan' fi diss me but won't diss 67 Run out of heart, tart I'll mute him Not a real n***a, he diluted Half roadman, half stupid Just for views, you wanna do this [Outro] Nah, man gotta pree it though, like that had to be his bredrin at the video shoot, and man took the Margielas back out the bin Bait going to wear them again, bait Oi Link Up, you think you're funny, yeah? Oi, "Oopsy Daisy", that's my banger That video's getting taken down Or you owe me Ps, bruh Cuh we ain't friends, you can't be sampling my sh** Disrespecting my pop tunes when you're whoring out for the biggest pop a**, b**h a** punk Cash Motto