JME - Styley lyrics

You can't test my styley Unless your name's Skepta or Wiley Only the big names stand by me, LDN, you know where to find me None of these labels can sign me, I'm too grimy Plus no one ain't f**ing with my P See my bank statement and you'll whitey Oh, I keep it 140, couple 138's but you ain't caught me From Scotland right down to Torquay See me on stage with Shorty The girls get their phones out and record me, they wanna draw me So they follow on Twitter and stalk me, they get air, so they block and report me Ay, you can't miss me, if I'm not on Xbox 360 Then I'm cruising in my X6 G, not a Focus, 15 inch Ripspeed Feds on road wanna shift me, they say I drive too quickly So they take me to the side and frisk me, what's that gotta do with the speed limit please? Ay! (You can't test my styley,) (You can't test my styley) My supporters love me When they see me on the street they hug me Proper grippin' real tight like rugby Starstruck stuttering and he'll jumpy No MC can ever cuss me Trust me What you know about 96 f**ries I can sell a few thousand comfy Oh Respect my family Whether it's James, Deshane or Andy Listen carefully and understand me You don't wanna get these man angry You get lamped in the head with the brandy So fall back please Couple tissues will come in handy Don't sh** your panties Ay! I'm just Jamie I ain't changing love me or hate me I am the meaning of Grime Daily If I used to be your favourite reinstate me Only a prick will not rate me And slate me But that same idiot will never face me Or phase me Ay! You can't test my styley You can't test my styley Only the big names stand by me Only the big names stand by me None of these labels can sign me, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Yeah