[Intro] Abm | F# | E | E [Verse 1] Abm Man try say he's better than me F# Tell my man shut up E Mention my name in your tweets Oi rudeboy, shut up Abm How can you be better than me? F# Shut up E Best in the scene? Tell my man shut up [Verse 2] Abm Couple man called me a backup dancer F# Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer E If that makes me a backup dancer The man in your vids, backup dancer Abm The man in your pics, backup dancer F# Man wanna chat about backup dancer E Big man like me with a beard I'm a big man, how the fuck can I backup-? [Verse 3] Abm Comes everywhere I go F# I can't run when my enemies show E Walk in the club with all of my tugs Party's done, everybody go home Abm Apart from the gyaldem, you lot stay F# Walk in the club, all the girls say hey E Tell a man like I'm k to the a There's no champagne, we don't rave [Verse 4] Abm Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky F# I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky E I set trends, dem man copy They catch feelings, I catch bodies Abm They roll deep, I roll squaddy F# Got about 25 goons in my posse E They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy I get merky, they get worried [Verse 5] Abm If you got a G-A-T, bring it out F# Most of the real badboys in the south E If you wanna do me something, I'm about I'm not a gangster, I'm just about Abm But you see my man over there with the pouch F# Dare one of you man try get loud E All of my mandem move so foul I might sing but I ain't sold out [Verse 6] Abm Nowadays all of my shows sold out F# Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out E When we roll in, they roll out I'm so London, I'm so south Abm Food in the ends like there ain't no drought F# Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth E I wanna make my mum so proud Like "yo Mum, book a flight, go now" [Verse 7] Abm All of my ex girls talk to me hard F# Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm E Had four bills and I bought a new car Little red whip that I bought for my marge Abm I straight murk, it's a walk in the park F# I take care when I water my plants E These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics You ain't even lord of your yard [Verse 8] Abm Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone F# Me and your girl, we speak on the phone E Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne Abm Look, I was out hungry, so damn hungry F# Man tried eat then leave me the bones E Now these niggas, they need me to grow Hot chocolate and a panini to go [Verse 9] Abm I'm a big man, fuck a postcode war F# Man were upset about the MOBO Awards E Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards Why? Cause I ain't won a MOBO before Abm All of you MCs sound so bitter F# Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter E Shoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper Best my age, yeah blud, look [Verse 10] Abm If you don't rate me, shame on you F# If you don't rate me, shame on you E Can I order a deathbed for an MC? Wait He wants beef with me? Make that two Abm Anyone else wanna make that move? F# Anyone else wanna pay their dues? E Stiff Chocolate, yeah my face so smooth Imposters wanna take my tunes, check it [Verse 11] Abm Don't even talk too much, you're a talker F# Dem man still go halves on a quarter E See me turn from a prince to a pauper Two cigarettes and a bottle of water Abm Told the bouncers get the bottle of water F# Man in the kitchen putting in orders E Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters [Outro] Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths Chatting bare fucking shit. Shut the fuck up Shut your fucking mouth Oi rudeboy shut up one time yeh chatting bare fucking shit, shut up man Pussies, what.
