Still Disappointed

Yeah Oi Wiley man, I'm still disappointed Verse Aight, one more dub, then it's back to business Yeah I'm a real G, and your dad's a witness Yeah Boy'd your bro, then your sister begged it I told that little bitch, Don't ask for pictures Sket I do this ting for fitness Put them Cowie boys in rizzlas Fallouts at the next family function The Cowies are gonna have an awkward Christmas So why you love to talk about mums so much So much Where's yours Where's yours Let me just 'low it Let me just 'low it Let me just pause Pause No fuck that man, I gotta dun the virus Oi Wiley, you shoulda been the one to guide us But since you wanna diss my mum so much Let's talk about why you moved your mum to Cyprus That poor little woman was scared of the house 'Cah you put her life in danger you prick Bricks and shots just fly through the window You couldn't be the person to save her, you prick You prick Instead of you to squeeze the pumpy You said, Yo mum, we gotta leave the country Yeah I never wanna hear you say, Free the mandem Yeah Let's go Cyprus and go free your mumzy Got mumzy banged up abroad Abroad All because her son was a fraud Was a fraud Can't handle this So she handles dick like I handle the war Like I handle the war Whore Whore Nuttin' ain't funny anymore Anymore 'Cause I'm not a happy bunny anymore Anymore Didn't really wanna bring it to your mummy anymore So... your dad can't defend your bro And you can't defend your mum Man, I wonder what she thinks Hmm All the males in your family are weak links Yes Gather 'round man, this is just the pre-drinks Uh Ripping the weave off my mum's head Okay, well, that's a lie What, we telling facts or jokes Or jokes Ah shit, I forgot, this is grime So, say what you like then Uh 'Low all the dubs, let's have a fight then Uh Don't mention them niggas, I don't like them Uh Fuck all them niggas, they ain't my friends So don't hype them Mum's life, man are gonna kick 'em in the mouth Yeah My niggas got pride but it's bigger in the south Yeah Cah you weren't on it Yeah, and your dad weren't on it Yeah Guess your mum shoulda had a real nigga in the house to defend her Broken woman, I wanna mend her Yes Bruck her back and then bend her Uh Got so much lovin' I wanna lend her Uh Got so much money I wanna send her Where can I send it Yep What you putting her through, I wanna end it Please I like that you're not self-centred You opened the door and look who entered Oh it's the king of grime, king of grime How's he the king of grime but on drill Now I'm the king of grime, I won't chill King of grime, oh it's no big deal See this ting Yeah, I run that Run it Keep your crack, we don't bun that Don't bun it Come on a mission and let your gun clap Gonna start a petition to get your mum back I know she wants to come back Oh Lord Oh Lord You got mumzy banged up abroad Abroad You got mumzy ran off the ends Ends And it's foul 'cause it ain't her fault No, it ain't her fault She was tryna relax But her son got caught in a war Caught in a war One day there's dons at the door Then next day Heathrow Terminal 4 It's a shame, what she needed was a strong man in the house Fuck that, I'ma be the man of your house She's like Will, come home, there's a man in the house It's like your mum was the only real man in the house Damn Shower on the riddim, and I'm shower on the mic Yeah Thought it was love, you was sour on the sly Yeah You fuckboy, let me know how you wanna die Uh 24 hours to reply