No More Social Media

Grrt, yo, alright (Grrt, grrt)

No social media for the yute dem, you know?

Mans dem sick, mans dem hot

Grrt, yo (Muddy), grrt

Two slaps in the wrist go dutty (Pow, pow)

One mandem pick up on scooter (Scooter)

Three waps in the whips, got mandem sick

Go on, fuck around, bust his nutter (Woah)

I speak truth, no, I don't need no Bluetooth speaker (Aha)

We play outside, we got the inside, pigs dem pickin' up Rugers

Yo, look, grrt, the yute dem leavin' them bloody

Put the opp in a box, no, we callin' 'em slutty (Spank the opp like a baby's bottom)

Yeah, that's naughty naughty, yo

Where they at? I'm live

What you mean 'bout three-sixty on my deal? I ain't with Coulda Been Records (What you talkin'?)

We got waps in the UK, this ain't no USA, bro's swingin' his metal (Grrt)

Back then in the ends with a one-two guys in a 125 or pedals (Live)

I can't be the ugliest rapper alive, I just put ten on my dental

Still outside, could've been us (Yeah)

Switched up, could've been love (Yeah)

Run it up, could've been rubbed (Yeah)

My phone keep ringin', I'm chuffed (Bread)

In the States, they're runnin' up "Gang"

Glock thirty, lettin' it— (Boom)

I can't sign no deal in the Yams (Can't)

No Diddy, the gang still bang

Yo, the mandem sick, no?

He on his wave, innit?

Nah, tell 'em the yute dem outside, no?

No more social media

No more social media, fam

No, alright, ahaha

Fam informant, no?

He's an informant, ahahahaha, alright