Allow It - Intellectual

[Intro]

“Yo wagwan piff ting what’s your BBM pin?”

“Nah fam, sorry man, already got a hubby”

“Allow it girl, you’re looking banging”

“You’re dred fam, I don’t want beef init”

Yo Peng ting, I’m flat roofin

Come to my drum and we could start mashin

Yo, come roll with the mandem

Take some time from your fam and your gyaldem

Manz got bare creps and dat

Manz about tic tacs not about chit chat

Give me your pin, your making me vexed

Manz gotta have piff tings to text

Brap brap, pow pow

Mashman got to chow down

Jacked the mash gotta slow down

And If I jacked the mash then I jam out

My wifey, beast chung

Your wifey, wag-one

I dash you in the ends mum

And all these gassed head won't see lips coming

“Piss off rudeboi, I’d rather roll with next man”

“Yo I ain't that bad”

“Yes you are, you are a tourist init, you can’t just come up and expect to start mashin”

“ALLOW IT!”

Yo, its Mr Minority

Yeah, and I'm not a charity

Yo, I'm not free on Saturday

Yeah, and shoutout little t

Yo, I ain't sleeping on the grime ting

Your just mad cause I am a grime king

I’m super musical but I don’t sing

Gonna buzz on ya door like *brrrring*

I may be hot for a ginger

But that don't mean my hair gonna singe ya

I’ll grow my clout with 8 green fingers

Ting ting ting ting ting ting ting yeah

I’m not British but I eat crumpets

Playing battleships yeah blood I sunk it

House singing yeah I would never bunk it

Making grime yeah who'd've thunk it

(Yeah shut up init like fam)