Stormzy - Wicked Skengman 4 lyrics

[Spoken intro] 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 So if you got a BET, bring it out Oh, you don't? Shut your mouth Man just chat sh**, i cut em out Know where I come from, I'm from the south f** up 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 Look, Don't make me slap you Like, like, wait till I catch you Like, 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 jezzys