Trizzac - Who's badder than we lyrics

[Intro] x2 Who's badder than we Them man are just neeks Veg burgers they ain't banging on beef Like bro, order a ki Group or it might be an adison lean Gyalie on me, gyalie on me Like my ramie on me Gyalie on fleek, like my ramie on fleek [Verse 1: Trizzac] Are you stupid, are you dumb Might skid round with big guns Pecknarm they know where I'm from f**ing give me verbal you scum Are you stupid, are you dumb If I don't hit all, I hit some If I don't catch man I'll wig... Me and my guys do this for fun Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Beefing me, must be a dufus Slide round we drench up a human Then truth happens on music Get sent home like you're excluded In station you have to move clueless M said already get booted [?] Take mans grub no stop and search Dip mans head, dip mans chest No sign of cross, no church We only smoke amm no flavours I don't wanna hear nuttin' about merse On the phone to my ex see T-Triz Why have you gone way worse? I'm ashamed to beef these nerds Straight ring trap, straight ring trap Gotta buss it, money comes first We cop back then burst We skid round, they disperse They bun buj, we bun herbs I ain't Giggs but I straight merk They cut through, they don't lurk I swear to god they don't learn [Hook: PS] x2 Who's badder than we Them man are just neeks Veg burgers they ain't banging on beef Like bro, order a ki Group or it might be an adison lean Gyalie on me, gyalie on me Like my ramie on me Gyalie on fleek, like my ramie on fleek [Verse 2: PS] Like everyone raps about scores that's fine I won't lose my temper, just 'member I rap 'bout truth not lying And how many yutes got bored I was talking about scores, when the scores was nine In Sam's whip with bandit Check news who got bored this time Man roll no thought just knife I tapped iPhone Two dogs, that's my zone [?] that's my flow Might switch it darg that's bi-po They swimming, them man just lie doe n***as know PS, I'm on BS They know I'm that psycho Free RK that's my bro Like who wants a problem Hit squad like who be on nonsense Come like Chicago, but's it's London Big ting, gun lean, leave him unconscious Naughty, naughty Gyal get witty and horny Who's that, what's that shorty Oh lordie Still get round there get saucy Hate me cause I'm facety But them n***as know that I'm on it 6 man up, we still twist man up We had n***as running like sonic What the f** man I got tucked It ain't fitting into my pocket Big ting, lift him Leave him in the air Maybe popping [Hook: PS] x2 Who's badder than we Them man are just neeks Veg burgers they ain't banging on beef Like bro, order a ki Group or it might be an adison lean Gyalie on me, gyalie on me Like my ramie on me Gyalie on fleek, like my ramie on fleek [Verse 3: Narsty] Three yutes still bang that work Gyalie on me want f**ing flirt Cause he dumb, we made history This b**h into me, she want hold man worse We been play sports, catch me outside Go check the score Grab me a pack now I'm racking up and more Grab me a pack now I'm re'ing up more Like, she ask what I do I'm here with the crew I said that I'm working inherince 4 on 2 upon the garage Brown skin girl with a back like [?] Most hated gang, you know where we hide No we ain't got manners Dip man down on the mains Man don't give a f** man smile for the cameras Bro said that I'm way too hot Ain't been a year but the gang's been clocked But I'm still out misch and mash And ring ring trap trap, ring trap non-stop Just grabbed me a ting from kway Cause she too nice for a Zone2 thot Bro got things cooked up like they're rock Bro said f** opps, make gwop [?] when I'm cutting through.. Out here do road with the mandem Free Skengface that's P the gangman Izzy, home soon That's back to the zoo Can't wait til he's landing Man's out here no meds But your block's all dead got me doing up ... (ching ching) Like [Hook: PS] x2 Who's badder than we Them man are just neeks Veg burgers they ain't banging on beef Like bro, order a ki Group or it might be an adison lean Gyalie on me, gyalie on me Like my ramie on me Gyalie on fleek, like my ramie on fleek