F**K Them Yungen (Ft. Krept & Konan)

[Chorus: Konan]
When fake love goes tru colours show and
They know there's no fucking
With my team (my team)
My team (my team)

[Verse 1: Yungen]
Krept and Konan put me on and I took that shit through the roof
Ducking round in that drop-top, blame that shit on the Goose
If I ever lied in a bar, it's probably your girl in the truth
Yeah I went from selling Charlie to Radio 1 spitting fire in the booth
Got some real motherfuckers around me, but I never call no names
My big bro taught me one thing, don't mix the road with the fame
You niggas be calling names, keep thinking that I'm a side man
Till my circle catch you on the mains and blow off sides when I lines man (ah)
But fuck that, I went from the road to the stages
Me and Stryder went "bonjour", next year I might buy me a spaceship
Me, I'm from the hood, where those skinny niggas are blazers
Now it's skinny jeans and blazers and that shit ain't fuck my status
I've been putting on for them niggas, them clowns better keep in check
Their debit cards ain't saying shit, without I them man are in debt
I stay scheming for cash dog, you pussies ain't got no rep
So before you call my name, boy go get yourself some respect! I'm out here

[Chorus: Konan]
When fake love goes tru colours show and
They know there's no fucking
With my team (my team)
My team (my team)
When fake love goes tru colours show and
They know there's no fucking
With my team (my team)
My team (my team)