Pop Boy Stormzy (Ft. Aitch)

[Intro: Stormzy]
Yeah
And it's like, yo

[Verse 1: Stormzy]
Your boy's too hot, put a fan on
I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on
I'm not da bredda you can go and put your hand on
I'm just cookin' up some flavor then I mix it like I'm Manon (Mm)
A bit of strength and a little bit of core
Could've had my little brother drenched, drippin' in Dior
Long time, I was kippin' on the floor
Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior
Flex on 'em
They talk on my name then backslide
I ain't even spittin' no more, I rap glide
Pree you try and jump on my boat, will capsize
Comin' like I'm one of the goats, I'm that nice
So it's old flows, new flows, rose gold Hublots
Now I'm on the road doin' shows for some Euros
Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace
Hashtag Merky, that's a pillar of my faith, oh
Nightmare comin' for the crown, man, I'm comin' there
Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here
Been the top boy for a couple summers here
And I'm poppin' like the kente that my mama wears, yeah
So quit runnin' out your mouth
Real gully niggas comin' out the south
So, no, I am not the one
Man, I just drop for fun
Still got a lot to come
Fred, you forgot the drums, wait there