WickedSkengMan 4 (Studio Version)

Look (Serious)

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot (What?)

My **** they don't talk, they shoot (What?)

Roll up slow then I park that coupe

And the game got fucked by the dark skin youth

Oh well, should've been watching (Yeah)

He was gone by the time that they clocked him

Hashtag Merky, hashtag Skengman

What's the last one? Yeah, hashtag problem

They should have stopped him

I don't run out of bars

Just like Chip, I don't run out of bars

Walk in the rave, put a glass to your face

Look, I make fuckboys run out of bars

Big .45 might burn out your clart

No safety, that might dun out your dance

Knock on your door, like aye 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 thing's sick man, trust me

Nobody can't claim that they bust me

Cah man was out there on a fuckery

Plus we don't even talk too much

That's the reason why your girl wanna fuck me

I don't really care 'bout your friend

Bare little fish, never been on the ends

Hear you go hard, but we go harder

You shut down, but **** I leng

You turn up, but **** I rep

Why do man love getting me vexed?

Here for the lightskin girl with the big bumper

And the black bredren with the breasts

So if you got a BET, bring it out

Oh, you don't, shut you mouth

Man just chat shit, I cut them out

Know where I come from, I'm from the South

Fuck out my house

Peak when I press play, **** 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, pussy

Look, don't let me slap you

Like, like, wait till I catch you

Like, man are like, that's that black yute

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 fuck, man? I ain't gonna stab you

Look, I don't wanna argue

But if you talk shit, man'll par you

Look at the size of my fist, I will spark you

I'm the grime scene's Lukaku

Six foot five black guy, mad fly put me up top

Man down, everybody down when I bust shots

Jump on stage, bare rage when my dub drop

You did grime for a sec then you fucked off

Rap boys hate me cah I do grime

Grime boys hate me cah I do rap

Good youths hate me cah I'm too crud

Bad youths hate me cah I don't trap

Fake youths hate me cah I'm too real

And the real youth hate me cah I don't act

Well

Um

Suck your mum, yeah, go and do that

My name is Michael, Big Stormz

I like peng tings, I like porn

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 fuck your girl, go and retweet that, little ****, 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 a graveyard shift

Them man there straight wash

Brother don't blame me, go blame God

Every MC wan try take shots

Tell them boy their hard work pays off

Anyway, everybody wanna do grime now

Real talk, let's not lie now

Yeah, look, brother, 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 'round

I lay one vocal then I sign out anyway

Go Bluejays for the lunch and a breakky

Make that thing bu bu bang like Fekky

Got mad skill with the ting, I'm techy

On stage 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 them that I'm down for the war, I'm ready

Them man change circles, they're jezzys