JME - Wicked Skengman Part 4 lyrics

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot My n***as, they don't tark, they shoot Roll up slow, then I park that coupe And the game got f**ed by the darkskin yout Oh well, should've been watching He was gone by the time that they clocked him #MERKY, #SKENGMAN What's the last one? Yeah, #PROBLEM They should've stopped him, I don't run out of bars Just like Chip, I don't run out of bars Walk in the rave , put the gla** to your face Look, I make f**boys run out of bars Big 45 might bun out your clart No safety, that might dun out your dance Knock on your door like oi rudeboy, look Forget the hype, just come out the yard See the lightskin girls used to cuss me Now the lightskin girls, they love me Word to J Hus, man are ugly But this rap ting's sick, man, trust me Nobody can't claim that they buss me Cuh man was out there on a f**ery Plus we don't even tark too much That's the reason why your girl wanna f** me I don't really care about your friend Bare likkle fish never been on the ends Yeah, you go hard but we go harder You shut down but n***a, I leng You turn up but n***a, I rep Why do man love getting me vexed? Here for the lightskin girl with the big bumper And the black bredrin with the breasts Everyting blessed, what's your name? Where you from? Roll up, grab your girl, then I'm gone Why do they wanna know what I'm on? Get one chance, one chance and it's gone Man go down, put amm in a bong This go down on the man at the front n***a, stay there, stop tagging along So if you got a BET, bring it out Oh, you don't? Shut your mouth Man just chat sh**, ack up the mout Know where I come from, I'm from the south f** out my house, peak when I press play n***as go gym but they're missing out leg day My worst days are some of your best days Punch a grime MC off his segway, p**yhole Don't make me slap you Look, like, wait till I catch you Look, man are like "that's that black yout" Went Jools Holland in my tracksuit Rep for the scene like yeah man, I had to Just run a sick beat I can rap to Everybody calm down, it's a tracksuit What the f**, man? I ain't gonna stab you Look, I don't wanna argue But if you talk sh**, man'll par you Look at the size of my fist, I will spark you I'm the grime scene's Lukaku 6'5" black guy, mad fly, put me up top Man down, everybody down when I buss shots Jump onstage, bare rage when my dub drop You did grime for a sec, then you f**ed off Rap boys hate me cuh I do grime Grime boys hate me cuh I do rap Good youts hate me cuh I'm too cruddy Bad youts hate me cuh I don't trap Fake youts hate me cuh I'm too real And the real youts hate me cuh I don't act Well, um... s** your mum, yeah, go and do that My name's Michael, Big Stormz I like peng tings, I like p**n I've got a 16 bar full of corn I breathe fire every time I yawn Stormzy's this, Stormzy's that Stormzy's blick, Stormzy's black Stormzy's hairline's going way back But I still f** your girl, go and retweet that little n***a, yo Man are saying that I blew up too fast Man are saying that I came up too quick Rudeboy, look on the YouTube, darg Mandem are putting in the graveyard shift Dem man there straight wash Brudda, don't blame me, go and blame God Every MC wan' try and take shots Tell 'em boy there hard work pays off Anyway, everybody wanna do grime now Real talk, let's not lie now Yeah, look brudda, this my house That's my laptop, that's my sound That's my people, that's my crowd That's my kingdom, that's my crown Look, one phone call, man'll fly around I lay one vocal then I sign out, anyway Go Bluejays for a lunch and a brekky Make that thing bu-bu-bang like Fekky Got mad still with the ting, I'm TECCy Onstage, go back to back with Skeppy When I'm on the ball, I'm cool like Messi Man just talk, don't talk, be steady Tell 'em that I'm down for the war, I'm ready Them man change circles, they're... wait Them man just wanna rap like me Put their city on the map like me Creps on my feet, yeah, they're white like Cons But the car that I drive, that's black like me Man can't call me cold or more Cuh I'm past that, when I'm on the track, I freeze Them man there spit ammy and bud but None of them don't spit crack like me like Me vs. you don't make no sense Might go gym, might go get hench I go in, I go intense In year 8, I was like 5'10" But anyway, f** that Used to roll through the ends in my rucksack Me and Mermz got caught but we bussed that Touch one of my mandem, you get touched back But f** that, Stormzy man, I go sick No, I ain't calling man for no brick Know about 40 man that hold sticks So no, I ain't warring man for no chick Please don't call me fam, you're not Flipz Ask that Morley's man for more chips It's not just cameramen that hold clips, sh** k** 'em with the skengman sound Skengman flow, skeng man down What's your postcode? Send man round 10 man up, 10 man down Wait, wait, k** 'em with the skengman sound Skengman flow, skeng man down [Bars from "Nigo Duppy"] Look, I put my city on my shoulders You ain't cold, I'm cold, I'm the coldest Put my Adidas creps with my Nigo top, you can't get this yet, man are jokers Yeah look, I made a tune with Nick Jonas They said I sold out, that's bogus I do a Fire in the Park, 3 million views, now it's album time and I focus Look man, I'm the one they all fear I was the man of the year last year Now I'm the man of the year for the second year straight, like nobody don't compare And now I'm sitting on the top and I'm looking straight down like, hold on is anybody there? Shut down Malia, shut down Iceland, oh my god this sh**'s not fair Look man, I was on the roads when Dizzee made Stop Dat You're not a badboy, stop that Peng tings on my WhatsApp Yeah they love when I drop that n***as still ask where'd I cop that Jump in a new shaped Coupe then I dropped that Face is bait so I drop back Watched MCs wanna beg for their spot back