Krept & Konan - Tour Bus Ma**acre lyrics

[Verse 1: Skepta] I bought expensive drinks For my n***as in the grave, for my n***as in prison Try to make more money to buy more food For my n***as in the kitchen So if you ain't talk about paper Sorry G I dont wanna listen Matter of fact, I dont wanna see you p**y-holes In my periferal vision I would never stick my dick in the stereo But I'm screaming f** the system I turn Tom Cruise on n***as When they told me it was an impossible mission We used to be close Now we're totally distant Just to recognize when he was real But now my man looks totally different Only with my brothers to hang around With me so I put JME on my neck The last guy who try to take my chain Got no respect We can all start pumpin iron Just know I'mma do loads more reps Strong like Conan the Barbarian n***as can't walk in my creps Thought a hundred grand would solve my problems But I got loads more stress The only thing thats changed Now is I get loads more s** She said when I made it rain I make the flower I get wet I said when you looking at Skepta You looking at s**y in the flesh [Verse 2: Krept] I'm thinking last night was crazy I'm living my dream, dont wake me Pa** me the coke and JD The Mandem just shut down JD Roll to the club, with a hole in the bus Wavy Konan's chatting to Amy Skepta's neck, Jamie Just got Doe from the B A Today, Max's B Day Gonna put last night into replay Lets raise a toast for the DJ All right enough thinking Let me get back to the track, listen Since Otis the world been listening Jackpot, like I burgled the kitchen Let me slow it down n***a I love the way that Cath lick I need a vicar She makes me buss an ill nut I call her Camilla I got my wood, in her hand I call it a splinter Let me tell you, bout the last Pagan that clowned about Was about two o'clock or round about When I caught him at the round about I let three more go round about Now he's got more exits than a roundabout [Verse 3: Konan] I'm going in, but it's early You can get thrown in the van For a Persie Look around here you gotta Play Dirty Cus even Fat boys, dont show Mercy You sure you want something in your jersey Hands on the 8 I dare somebody verse me With Kirsty, she's from Purley I told her to get her jugs out, I'm thirsty Trynna live my dream, so I sleep less Thinking, fu*k THE WORLD, cus im trynna cheat d**h Lightys wanna s** me, but I only want the Queen's head Counting this grands, screaming f** the G Jet Kons, now they saying im trouble Got bruvas in track turning rocks into rubble Get Caught in arms But its nothing like a cuddle p**ys talk S, till I make then see double