P Money - Pepper Riddim lyrics

[Verse] I'm sick of the indi's Watch 'em all look to the left and tell a quick lie You could be dead broke, tell em I will fix guys A magician with the weapon when I trick guys See, when I diss guys, I don't disguise it And on top of that I don't wear a disguise I made my girl turn bis**ual So I could f** your girlfriend with mine No orgy, my ends still g**n New Cross, Deptford, gang land Lewisham, Brockley, gang land Man violate, one word, hangman Lie down for nobody, I don't plank fam Two by four to the head when I plank man Can't scam me with a stupid bank scam I'll Central line you straight to the Bank, fam Yeah, I'm a badman I provide for my family, badman I've got a young son nicknamed Bam Bam f** with Bam Bam, guns go bam bam You're moist like you must've swam, fam I'm c**aine and your girl nose it I'm a problem, your girl's problem Well she ain't on my line if she's talking to Frank, fam Nah, I'm ga**ing you I don't mean I'm ga**ing you I mean CS spray to the face, man's ga**ing you I'm known to violate while I'm clashing you Forget your Twitter beef, man's not @ing you F your followers, man's not @ing you Boot your door off, dash your latch at you 38 wheelspin and man's remapping you I ain't having it, bro I wanna move fast, she ain't having it though Every time we talk about areas, it goes right back to Chelsea Ivanovic mode Mortgage money, going mad on these shows I don't wanna see these man on my road Last man that touched me more than brushed me Don't let me see your hand on my clothes I swear if you do, I will send out the search party I ain't talking 'bout search and rescue I'm talking 'bout search parties that will search parties Don't matter if it's a Christian, work or your kid's birth parties If it's not me and my don then it's gonna be a third party That'll slap uncles and turf aunties, young or old There weren't a bucket involved but they all played chicken on road When I order for the 9-piece Leave a body with a boneless sidepiece Think you could be like me? Then try, please Wanna walk in my shoes? Can't tell if that's mud or blood Are you sure you wanna try on these? Rolled our music, tell em I'm a guy on each Ain't the guy to beef, ask about me When it's war I react quicker than a guy on speed Sleep on who? Are you dumb Every one of my lyrics is d**hbeds Are you sure you wanna lie on these? Keep your eye on me Got the IMG Iron these creases out, check the irony A one-man team is what you're all tryna be Donny kicked me out the lesson tryna teach me a lesson So I took out his pupil Now donny can see what it's like with no I in team