Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
POUNDZ
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skippz Production
Producer
Lyrics
Ay, Skippz
Skippz Production
Look, I'm like "guess who's back?"
I spent most of the year being silent
Fuck silence, let me burn this track
I can't fuck with the fake
You know man's M-O-B, I'm straight on cash
And if I ever gotta fling that live
Man burn that yute, then smoke that pack
Let me tell you why the UK scene is dead right now and fuckin' boring
It's 'cause half of these yutes wear bally's
And jump on tracks and keep on talkin'
Ain't none of them got to the boring
Check that scoreboard, none of them scorin'
And I ball every night, every morning
My name's Yaya 'cause I'm out 'ere touring
Old-school days, I was out in the bricks
Up and down on the 109 bus, no kip
Man can't tell me bout doin' up broke
I been everywhere without a shank or stick
Man go west, man go south
Man go north and east, I'm lit
Man go carni', man go wild
I used to go bricks and splash with drip
Don't kill drill, don't water it down
Respect the gunmen that made it bounce
'016 was drugs and drillers
Now the whole scene is filled with clowns
Oh shit, execution style
The music ting's not based on talent
It's all about who's goin' viral now (It's all about who's goin' viral now)
Wait, let me bring it right back
Don't think cause' I ain't been droppin', the music's stoppin'
My foot's on gas, I'm 'bout to go turn up the UK rap
Got unreleased bangers to serve with mash
Don't try to get close or my goons attack
My dargie might bun up a yute like Ash
I'm from a place where your chest get wet out
Man fi' rise up wen di killy dem debout
Wi nuh talk, gunshot get let out
Breffi dem bwoy deh back get shell out
Yard man flex, she love bad man
Mi need bad freak, mi love bad gyal
Leg ton shore don gyal move wicked, she wan' go climb 'pan mi bodi an' kom'
But let me show you where the scene got robbed
Huh? Why'd you think man's fuming?
I seen 90% of these yutes jump on a Plugged In rappin' unknown bootings
The young boys ain't out here bootin'
Grippin' on waps or doin' these shootings
Got more P's than the whole of your block
Bro-bro let it crash like Vladimir Putin
Free all of the mandem locked
A few yutes got put in that box
(I ain't gotta do drills, I'm boss)
Man send out hits and get man got
Try not to get put in a top
The south side's where it all goes off
Offsides don't run round here, man red card man then send them off (grrt, grrt, pa)
Aye Skippz, what you do with the beat, bro?
Written by: Poundz