Mr Skeng

Yeah, yeah Call me gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends It's like dem man woke up pissed again If I buck these pricks again I got goons and you got goons But the difference is your shit pretends My niggas don't talk or rap No, my niggas don't talk or clash No, my niggas don't talk they mash Fuck boys, man are you talking smack They said Stormzy can't be the king of grime Cuh he can't do radio sets Let's be real, rudeboy I would light up a radio set Like, really, I can't stand these fucking pricks I don't care about your fucking whip Mum, if you're listening, close your ears But tell them paigons suck my dick I've had enough of them, they all piss me off Had one chance they missed the shot I link up Flipz, then we burn your bridge Then we laugh about it and split the prof Call me gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends I think I just got dissed again Think I care who this offends Run up on man like Bale with a Slap that through your shit defense And I can still get a box imported Said don't worry about the beef it's sorted My man said he's a real gun shooter Then my brother said rah, that's awkward My mans never been bad that's bullshit Two weeks in the top 10 who called it Christmas, I went to war with the corporates Like big ups the ones that caught it I do rap, then I do grime Then I do rap, then I sing and I roll right back They said you ain't gonna blow like that Who gives a fuck You know like that Ice in my cup come cold like that Woah, we ain't even close like that You know my style, know my stats Don't talk bad if you don't talk facts If I sign now what's the buyout clause One top 10, 5 sold out tours Might fling a mixtape out when I'm bored My life's okay, how about yours Brother, I'm good, I stay with the lord Bible carrier, that's my sword Matthew 12, so I don't talk John 19's why I never got caught Call me gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Back now damn I've missed the pen Had one shot you missed the pen Bad man yutes, with their bad man ways What they wish for me, I don't wish for them I don't pay them fools, never been told Robbing phones outside Elliott School Let me get a little bit of Henny, I'm cool Many have come but many did fall away What You thought I was the one I was fourteen trying to buy me a gun Most niggas doing what I did back then So, now I thank god for the guy I've become That's gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Yeah, it's gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Check one two, man skitzed again Dickhead yout and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Yeah it's gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Yeah, it's gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng You had one shot and you missed the pen, and that's Flex, aye