Skepta - Look Out lyrics

Yeah, don't know, Giggs, Skeps Browse it, Boom Productions SN1, Boy better know Look out, you ba*tards SN1 on my T again My black trousers D and G again Looking like a G again That's right it's me again My big four 5's gotta flea in 'em Think I've only got one Mac, got three of 'em Then you won't see me again Time to get the white in and the B again Just got some high grades from Vesra I'm a real G so I gotta little extra I like hot girls 'cause I'm extra Thought about my lighty then I text her Impressed her, thinks I'm on sh** 'Cause I'm doing it with Skepta Take off your whole head top, Hannibal Lector Black director, shoot up sh** then I cut in the Vectra Orange bud weed, lookin' nectar Strap a big boy spliff sotum nester Had to breeze onto Chester Gotta new flav link, gotta tester Potent white girl so I pressed her Hugh Hefner pitch n******gs like Scarface did Hector Breeze in there like car chase with feds car It's looking like them chase, wanna get her I'm the best 'cause I ain't in the white game Were the best, bruv, we got the best love So come against us This is the hard sh**, makes you wanna lick out a cartridge Look out, you ba*tards, we push out the hard sh** This is the hard sh**, makes you wanna lick out a cartridge Look out, you ba*tards, we push out the hard sh** Now this might sound a bit cheeky But I don't even try fam, I make it look easy, naturally greazy Me and Giggs run up and take all the gold coins like Mario and Luigi You wanna say somethin' say it when you see me Don't phone me, save your credit 'Cause if you can't tell me what happens after you die I don't wanna hear it You ain't half a gangster, nowhere near it Meridian, that's my murdering force Giggs beat the sken in south, I heard it in north They hate [Incomprehensible] better know t-shirts And SN1 wear for the whole world to endorse course North's up in this b**h I don't know what you heard but you can't take the piss If you saw what the kick back done to my wrist You would have never put my name on your murder list Fam, if you interrupt the vibe that I'm in then I ride, ride, ride with my tings so f** them n******gs Everyday I'm surrounded by k**ers like I was on a lifers wing See, I'm a cool brotha with a heart of the wickedest Violate me I squeeze this till it finishes Then I switch cliques like Holloman switches chicks Rinse the machine like bombiy I call that Buju Banton light up your head like a lantern Boy Better Know standard, look out that's the anthem Ask all the man them, out here in the crime scene I'm a champion Until I get a mansion I'm a keep murdering spitters at random This is the hard sh**, makes you wanna lick out a cartridge Look out, you ba*tards, we push out the hard sh** This is the hard sh**, makes you wanna lick out a cartridge Look out, you ba*tards, we push out the hard sh** What they gonna say now? How can you have a hit yet? 2 B-E-T nominees on one track we can write at home But we wanna write in the studio and make it look good SN1, Boy Better Know, done know [Incomprehensible]