Scrufizzer - I Don't Believe You (Megaman Hat) lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, GHE-double-T N-O We know you're copying Devlin's wave I can see the guilt in Devlin's face Ten years and you ain't better than Kane? Dem boy dere better know I'm dangerous And I'm even schooling pagans We can go back to back, bar for bar I'll k** him on a riddim whenever you wanna start Man wanna chat about car parks I shot mine before I saw yours on a car park Tried to pay you homage Now you wanna send shots like you're some lyrical warlord Justin, call him an arsehole You ain't no G from Plaistow And you ain't no gangsta When you've been copying bars and flows from Maxsta Always ready, don't get comfy Call him di Bajan monkey Where was your artillery When you linked up with man like Funky? "I buss one, buss two, buss three" Shut up, Justin ain't got a pumpy Everybody in The Movement got a deal And you never got one, that's why you're... Say you a gon' get that work "Lyrics, flows, eff that, burst" And you will never be better than Kane And you're a whole year older, I bet that hurt So you better stick to the juice To be honest, I don't really care like that Man say that they wanna do man in Justin, I ain't scared like that So Justin Clarke, I will k** him for clart Whenever I am on the riddim, I will dead him on sight I won't supply time for your hype and your immature rhymes I'll split apart your liver or spine Stealing your flows from Mercston cause you can't make them So you wanna copy and take them This grime ting's gonna come like wrestling There's a few things that I must confess You ain't letting your gun press If you're on a war ting contest Who's on the panel? Who's on the panel? Somebody a go' dead If you've got a problem, holla at Colin He signed Meridian Dan and got paid While you were snorting c**aine in Holland [Hook] I don't believe it, I don't believe it I don't believe it, I don't believe it I don't believe all your gun talk, I I don't believe it, I don't believe it I don't believe it, I don't believe it I don't believe you, you, you, you, ahh You ain't got no gun, you ain't k**ed no one You ain't got no gun, brudda, no, no, no, no-no-no-no You ain't got no gun, you ain't k**ed no one You ain't got no gun, brudda, no, no, no, no-no-no-no [Verse 2] Where were you when the beef kicked off? You jumped over the train barrier I know you're bitter Don't let me talk 'bout when you got murked in Malia "You don't wan' see me when it's midnight" You're only bad for the camera Bringing So Large to all your shows So then when the beef kicks off, he's backing ya So Large, that's my bredrin Anyway, let me get back to the Ghetts ting I holla'd you on Twitter, Insta And you try gwan like say you never seen it? Bigged you up and called it a remix Dun Know Already, see, everyone preed it Now you wanna jump on tunes chatting about Scru Like say the mandem teefed it Do you roll round in the rumour? You don't write your own bars, so it's safe to say that Mercston's your Quentin Miller For the last couple of years, you've been bitter I tell mandem lay off the coke Cuh them type of d** make man move funny Chatting wicked but you've never been cruddy Catch a body with the flow, cause you know I get uhh Now you ain't done no drive-by shootings Watch when you buy your new ting, shut up If your 9 works like your mind works How come Flirta D never got run up? You can't chat to Scru bar for bar Or back to back, I'll spin dem man one up Dem man chat about "Artillery" But you never did sh** when your boy got cut up, man [Hook] I don't believe it, I don't believe it I don't believe it, I don't believe it I don't believe all your gun talk, I I don't believe it, I don't believe it I don't believe it, I don't believe it I don't believe you, you, you, you, ahh You ain't got no gun, you ain't k**ed no one You ain't got no gun, brudda, no, no, no, no-no-no-no You ain't got no gun, you ain't k**ed no one You ain't got no gun, brudda, no, no, no, no-no-no-no [Outro] Nah, that's what I'm saying You need to act your age You're a big man, nah You're acting like a spoiled brat You're 30+, nah West London Fizzy Flow to the world Yeah, yeah, that's right Pssh, ooh, ooh