[Intro: Stutta]

Yeah

Hold tight Flava D

Stutta, Ghetts, yeah

If you don't like me, fuck you

Yeah

[Verse 1: Stutta]

I do the gyaldem ting more time

They think that I don’t do grime

Check my back catalogue

Ask Ruff Sqwad

Or you must've been doing time behind bars

Magazines, titties and bras

So shitty, I pity them dargs

And half of them ain't done shit

But talk like they got the grittiest bars

Head nigga in charge

Flee gang, we drive the prettiest cars

Enough of them wanna hate on my crew

Because they ain’t seen mad money like ours

Can't afford boxes, never flipped bars

And if I go broke, phone uncle

Like, "hello, put me on 419" when he's coming out of his arse

Real talk, I'm out of your class

You're one piece of shit, I will pass

Pay no attention, never get mention

You're better of wearing a mask

Get down, you'll be a part of the blast

My dargs don't hesitate

When I elevate the ting, they’re scaring them off

Why? Done a man’s dance

If I gotta roll in the mud with a mug

Then, I guess I'd be killing these plants

You best beg for mercy, quickly

If not, then I might break your nose

Kung-Fu stylie, proper win wars

Nobody’s saving them, so bypass

You're never dirt in your life

Shop or take it down a few years

Let me break it down, it's not hard

You little pricks, stop giving it large

I'm contacting the man like football

Disrespect, you’ll get more than a barge

I send a man flying over the bars

When he gets up, he's feeling the bars

Now who does he think he's fucking?

Because his wifey's not showing him love

Not me, no homo

But it's gone way past that

Don't roll in the pack, I'm Jason Derulo

Because I'll be riding solo

I'm on my own ting, don't follow him

Roll up, empty a MAC like a wheelie bin

And after I'm done what I'm doing

I'll jump back on my pushbike and wheelie him

[Verse 2: Ghetts]

No lotion but I'm creaming

It's open season

Ocean, I see them

Why are you frozen? It ain't freezing

My food's stiff like a statue

Black-on-black crime, he's black and I'm black too

But he's gonna get buried, no hype

Stereotype, is this all black still?

Nah, there's more to it

I don't know who the fuck you're screwing

But you don't know what the fuck you're doing

You don't wanna be the guy I'd be letting off a few in

Locking out, screaming Newham

If only your brain had a clue in

You could've saved your reputation from ruin

I'll scrap that when it comes to the flow

[?] gotta more chewing

So, I can't rate half of them slewing

If you can't see that I run this

You are like Ray Charles with a few in

B-L-I-N-D

I can never do retail, I MC

Most do it for the females

Minus me, instead I beat girls

Some are P-I-M-P

I treat 'em like an email, I delete

Drop 'em off, V12, no seat belt

Tell 'em keep well, then it's hide and seek

Fuck you, it's G world

I'm the key to a lot of things

I open the doors and I lock him in

Look, I'm a nutter

I let him kill one another

Chicks or tings

See no tolerance

All [?]

It's a thriller, I'm the killer

Victims are like my friends on twitter

Why's that, Ghetts? I follow them

Nobody's superman, we all feel

Like, if you don't, I'll come to small-ville

And lick down Mather and Jonathan

I love tests

If I was born before Christ

I'd be trying to outsmart King Suleiman

I ain't no good at math

But I can solve an army of problems

I be the type to set an argument off again

Conflict, where you from, prick?

What you doing around here? Wrong street

Cruising on some [?] shit

Be gone is what my response is