Chip and MoStack - 100K
(Fumes on the beat)
Yeah
Gas on the mic (woo, woo)
How 'bout you keep it a hundred?
You ain't had a hundred racks in your life (no)
If I don't say what it ain't (yeah)
Bet you I'll say what it is (brrt)
Bein' broke ain't a problem
Nah, but stayin' it is (woo)
I got the fire, stop, drop, and roll (let's go)
Bad bitch get copped and go (move)
If you wanna fuck me, fuck bro
And don't ask for the WiFi code (bitch)
Mood every day, leave me alone (ah)
Just wanna be in my zone
Any gyal come 'round mine
when they see my pad, they don't wanna go home (yeah)
Hardest out there (yeah), no discussin' (yeah)
Flow disgustin' (yeah), rest up, Muffin (ah)
See me and Stack just ballin' (uh)
Gotta pour drinks for the fallen (uh)
Spin a MC, kill a MC, who could it be if it was not me or? (Me)
Come crisp in brands they ain't heard of (ah)
All they know is LV and Dior (woo)
Dior, Dior, I still do the dance to Dior (yeah)
Check the wardrobe, man, I got loads (facts)
Man know Chippy, I pop smoke (yeah)
Lyrically them man bore me, probably why they wanna bore me
Real Haringey story, I got too much love for Hornsey (baow)
They don't really want war with us (they don't want it)
Ayy, please don't start with us (don't start)
They say they got calm for us
But it's peak 'cause you really got clownin' us (bring it on)
Have you seen my yard, you know? (Nice)
Closet look like Narnia (mm-hmm)
Party at mine, let's turn it up (mm-hmm)
Ayy, don't get a stain on my furniture (woo)
Hopped out the car with a ten-ten (ten)
You know that gyal get real teng (tengy)
Ten man ran from one skeng
There was eleven, but man left one dead (bap)
Please don't start this smoke
You won't cope, have no hope
Are they? (nope)
Do they? (nope)
What are they, bro?
They're just broke (haha)
You know that man don't play fair
Ayy, you don't want war, just stay there
Ayy, gyal put down that Mayfair (cigarette)
I just linked bro in Mayfair (ayy, wagwan?)
Just linked Chip at Nobu's
She wanna come (mm-mm), no, boo (sorry)
I'm with the lads, I told you
When I'm done, I'll phone you
I'm weezy, gang-gang
Now why they wanna test my gangster?
I'm a mad man
Man will turn into a squeezer
See that gyal's knockers
Call blimey mate, I really need ya (come on, son)
I stick with a geezer (geezer)
We ball like FIFA (come on)
Had to wake up and smell the coffee (woo)
They try assassinate like my name Gaddafi
No love for the hierarchy
They know I'm old school like Tamagotchi (old school)
A Rasta, eatin' salt and ackee
Why's my man talkin'? Sew him, ahki (quick)
J Teng's sad, but he's trigger happy
D Teng mad and he's kinda aggy
Tengy, tengy
Written by:
Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Karan Behl, Montell Daley
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