Worst Skepta (Ft. Smoke Boys)

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[Intro: Sleeks, Inch + Skepta]
Fuck what you heard (wah)
Fuck what you heard (greaze!)
Fuck what you heard (what you talkin' bout?)
Fuck what you heard (wah)

[Chorus: Sleeks, Inch + Skepta]
Fuck what you heard (wah)
My g's are the worst (greaze!)
Fuck what you heard (bo bo!)
My g's are the worst (wah)
Diss me, that's a curse (ugh)
Late night on a purge (greaze!)
Four man in a Merc (ugh)
Door slam and then burst (bo bo!)
Fuck what you heard (ugh)
My g's are the worst (wah)
Fuck what you heard (ugh)
My g's are the worst (greaze!)
Diss me, that's a curse (ugh)
Late night on a purge (aight!)
Four man in a Merc (ugh)
Door slam and then burst

[Verse 1: Littlez]
Fuck what you heard (yuhhh!)
I been up in the bits (argh)
Trapboy can't go broke
They hollering for a fix (peng)
Manna' back in effect (back)
Money, power, respect (argh)
Try man for a brick (yeah)
Hit the rave then I flex (flex)
Fuck the word on the curb (yeah)
I've been up in the game (game)
Put a hole in a shirt (bow!)
Man getting lit like a flame (lit)
On the strip, fuck a search (yeah)
Grab a tool, put in work (work)
Gyal a pop it and twerk (twerk)
Still with gang on the lane