South

Seke Wop, I'm the heartbreak kid

Large amounts of the bank in the crib

After the show, get a chicken and chips

Try to test me, I could never be dissed

I'm having a good day, don't try me

I'm not to be taken lightly

Apply pressure on emcees

Ever we got them looking around, they like 'Why me?'

I had to dismiss you

Hotbox in the room, drug misuse

Everyday man, I feel blessed, like I just sneezed

Oh shit, lemme get a tissue

Woah, young Seke Wop on the flow

I'm flexing, the **** you know

I'm on the throne

Please can you take off your clothes?

I get the power, then I ghost (ayyy)

Wait

Why you **** so relaxed?

If you wanna get it, go and get it

Play with me, you get a smack

Pass the mic, lemme check it

Pass the hash, lemme bill it

Pass the zoobie, lemme skill it

I'm the only brudda winning

I Dash the bait, like I'm fishing

It's a lovely day, inna da south

Peng tings looking all boujee

Looking all tum, with the back so round

Nike tick on my creps

White, airs, I'm walking about

Rose reup, coming loud

Coming so tall, like Peter Crouch

Since day one, I've been a rascal

Never liked school or classroom

South London be my classroom

But my teacher was a prick

Lately, I've been feeling like I don't have to try, I just make it

My man trying bare hard, but you're shit man, you're constipated

My lyrics aren X-Rated, get the dough, then I cake it

They say "money don't fall from trees", but I just raked it

Please can you try to not step on my Lelly Kellies

Kickin ****, like Balotelli

I am a G, and you know it's hereditary

And my buds they be comin' heavy

Please can you move from my face, bitch

You're ugly, like Meg

I don't smoke the stems

Every time they see me, they're like

Seke why you so leng?

Wow

Drip or drown

Make no sound

Come from the South of the London town

Nike tick on my creps

These **** know me

They know I just pull up and flex

Ashbeck sent me a text, he said "make sure to cash these checks"

Makin' the beat, then I'm blessed

I'm blowin the dro, it takes away stress

It's a lovely day, inna da south

Peng tings looking all boujee

Looking all tum, with the back so round

Nike tick on my creps

White, airs, I'm walking about

Rose reup, coming loud

Coming so tall, like Peter Crouch

Since day one, I've been a rascal

Never liked school or classroom

South London be my classroom

But my teacher was a prick