Wristbands Bossman Birdie (Ft. Meridian Dan & Skepta)

[Verse 1: Bossman Birdie]
Bossman
They don't want beef, they want horse
All that bad boy talk is false
Mention trap life in them bars
Believe that I am the source
Used to run these streets with heat
No I ain't talking 'bout Olympic torch
These MC's all think they're live
Then I come through and make everyone a corpse
They don't want beef, nah they want peace
Man better pray to the Jesus piece
Before you mention me in a verse
I beg you order the wreath
Order the church
I'm telling you order the priest
I didn't come here to cause no grief
But I will make your whole team grieve

[Hook: Skepta, (Bossman Birdie) & Meridian Dan] (x2)
Got G's in Junction been showing me love before I had my deal
(Got a mate in Hackney that'll ride for me and he won't even ask for a bill)
Fam I got a sexy ting that lives on an estate in Brixton Hill
100 wristbands around my wrist, I go anywhere I feel

[Verse 2: Meridian Dan]
Got brothers on the road and they're not from my mum
But family, I got bare brothers
You tell me, do I look like a mad man?
I know so much man that are nutters
I'm living in London and all of the real dons know that I keep it trill
Come through big, R6 one wheel
The young youths call me the big man still
And back in the war field, I did a marathon
Man talk high so I let them carry on
Man can't roll with a tag-along
They talk hype then run to the Babylon
100 wristbands around the wrist
Hundred dons from around the bits
Grew up with grime now I wanna know glitz
I know too many man that are skitz