[Intro]

Mubz Got Beats

[Verse 1: T1]

You know you can’t tell me 'bout acting (what), but man can't tell me about rapping

And man can’t tell me 'bout ladies, dawg, I make 'em laugh then I'm smashing (yeah)

Man can’t tell me 'bout hustling, and man can’t tell me 'bout grafting

I made a name around London town and I still ain't lost my Brum accent, wait

Man can't tell me about sweet ones, my sweet ones had man sour

The way the two tings were fighting for me, you would've thought I was Ghost from Power

Thought I was ghost from where? (huh) Thought I was ghost from who? (nah)

Man can't violate me, nah, man will violate you

[Verse 2: Ess]

Man can't talk about grinding, had Tony Hawk thinking, who's my man (who's my man?)

I grind so much cause my team's gotta eat, you won't ever see me flex on my right hand (no)

I hеard them yutes wanna chat on the kid, how many timеs did we tell 'em come fight man? (fix up)

I got a sweet one like Kim K but I can't trust that these yats won't line man (uh)

That's crazy we can do dirty, OT fat one called Kirsty, she don't play games she's 30

Still trapping on peoples' S coupes, tell them that the chop rate is certi (hah)

Santan, hally or BK, drop like 10 all straight on a weekday

Bally dropping 7k drop (?) with (?) then we hit it on replay

[Verse 3: Young Trips]

Man can't tell me 'bout nothing at all, from young I been running up hundreds

Dishing out gunjas, Trippy been trappy since school

(?) from a (?) to an onion, now I got (?) just fly out the coupe

You can come for it, I'll bring it to you

I'm a man on the move, fly them out a coupe

Man can't tell me 'bout rap, I had a million views before plaques

When bros got trapped in the trap, now I'm back spitting nothing but facts, no cap (aye)

Man can't tell me 'bout cuties, chocolate booties, brown and boujee, still get scooped in a hooptie

Caramel coolie, bad like Boosie, and my n*ggas still on the move

[Verse 4: Bonnie Beretta]

Man can't tell me 'bout wifey, if his neck and his wrist ain't icy

Gotta grind for the money just like me, or that man can't tell me that he like me

And no gyal can't tell me 'bout fight me, unless she don't wanna end up in an IC

Had to run a girl down in my Nikes, now the drip from my lips on my Nikes

Try say that I did it with this one, buss case cah I did it with that one

Try say that they saw me in this one, that's a lie cause I was in that one

I said judge yeah I linked down this one, but I'm pissed cause I should've linked that one

And if ya bitch ain't nothing like this one, then how you gonna be with that one (that one, that one)

[Verse 5: Shaqy Dred]

Alright, steppas, fuh ya son gwan mi tekkers

Real top shotta, no kweffers (bow, bow)

Gyal slip and fall over headfirst (what ya mean)

Rain or sun, any weather (any weather)

Black Nike gloves and a leather

Gyal arch ya back and catch a heart attack

Turn 'round, let me bragga that

Furthermore, let me bragga that

Mi nuh hear all the banter chat

Mi nuh hear all the chattings

They know the name, and they know the face, so man's rapping now

They know the name, and they know the face, cause man's active now

Man come to the hood and slap it round

[Verse 6: Zems]

Man can't tell me 'bout jugging, it's long, I can floss on my own

Young boss in my zone, I link (shh) on the phone, like 999 please hurry I'm bleeding

You follow, I'm leading, I spend like it's holiday season

I got all this squala on me (got it), she said that she fell in love with the g

I said "mami tranquila (?)" we get it for real

Man can't tell me 'bout that darg, more than a rapper, spilling the hate

Dick it so good, got her telling her mate that I might be the one

We don't love these hoes, she's just hiding my (shh)

A couple months back I was sitting in jail

Asking for (?) or ringing my bail

Now I'm out on the roads and my dick in your girl, test out the shooter and pick up the shell

[Verse 7: Izzie Gibbs]

(Gibbs!) Put Gibbs on the remix, you know that's Houston class

Peng ting wanna fuck on my gunner, cause she know that he drip too hard (mad)

Got a sweet one and she know I stay G'd up, tell her imma yuck till it sound like beatbox

My favorite girl, she could never get d-blocked

Man can't tell me 'bout crud, I was in the trap, it's disgusting, yuck

Trap nuff man food then I got them up

With a bruck, get bruck, I could never get washed

If I ain't got it on me then my brodie does

If we get caught by the feds, it's ments, then I'm (?) inside like Hus

[Verse 8: Big Jest]

Man can't tell me 'bout mad tings, cause the ends is mental

We got things in the car, they're dashing, next shot caught knees no Kendall

You got a bally but I know you're a nerd (word)

You played with fire and got burnt

Now, you don't wanna take that mask off, man are coming like Deadpool (facts)

My section smoke boys, no menthol (facts)

Put (?) in your smoke, it's dreadful

Virgin Mary, man's making profit, so the checks don't bounce, that's (?)

Them man are bait, it's long, why you think the feds want get you?

You rap but you're Trey in songs, me, I just wanna be successful

[Verse 9: DLive]

Man can't tell me 'bout grafting, man I just start laughing

Why does my man think he's the shit, and these times he ain't even farting

Yo, I been in the booth, no backstreet, running to the money, no athlete

Coming for the spot, no acne, I been on my graphs in school my brudda, yo I come like x and y axis

Man can't @ me, wrap man gladly, let off strip sauce, here's your rap g

Claim you're trappy, where's your facts please?

You're a white rapper, you must be Plan B

See, I've got flows, no river, I've got bros, no sister

I've got hoes, don't piss her, man put the d in deliver and I literally might put the D in the liver

[Verse 10: Kenka]

Man can't tell me "Kenks do the man" cah cah man can't jump in

Man come switch it up and tell bad man "big dawg, you can't touch him" (truss)

Man can switch it up a lil suttin, man can get you touched all for nothing

Man will set it up, no instructions

I can bend her back, you're bluffing

Man can't infiltrate on my team, raise suspicions, watch a man bleed

Man can't Gully bop around me, OEC (haha)

Man's active, been about on the streets

Fact is, I do this with no deets, ratchet, I know kids with no p

I rid back to back, you're on cheese

[Verse 11: Yung Stunna]

What you want know about that ting, I was fucking Kiki but she wants love

I ain't no Drake but I can control her, bend your back then buss it back

And then I pass the drink to my older, I don't want this ting, I don't want that ting

I just want Kiki, Becky, and - she said I'm not her type, I'll beat that ting and let me expose her

I'm not sober, I'm not that guy, I'm the black guy

It's a black vibe, it's a mad vibe, now they beef me? Keep the pumpy

See me shutting down shows, make ya jumpy

See that lightskin there, she's my honey, she gon' PM you for that money

She wants Cadet, Cadet, she wants closure