[Intro]
Yo
Outside the box
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[Verse 1]
I'm jumping on this track I’m about to chat a load of greaze
Smacking loads of G's whenever they chatting loads of breeze
Claiming they doing road they claim back loads of beef but
They're all sat a yard whil’ I'm stacking loads of P's
If you don't rate what I'm doing couldn't give one fuck
Your girl wishes you was me but that's just tough luck
And now she's staring at me bruv its like she’s love struck
I’m getting straight red cards because the studs up
Songer why you been gone?
Need that new sick song
Eyes are always flipping red
Think they had two ticks on
Roll up with new kicks on
Hold on where's your bitch gone
Calls my dick a BMX cos that’s what she do tricks on
Claims he's got a Merc but still bitch I run past him
Don't know why he's talking to me dickhead stop askin’
Said my bars are funny but, bitch I'm not laughing
Boojhee when I bust because I strictly come dancin'
Big man your jarrin
Link up then spar him
Gun fingers loaded just skank out then blast him
Dank out that bathroom, strap that then spark it
Hennessy, vodka drank that mans clarted
Hard flows whether the bars new or whether the bars old
Bars cold, better then me? Nah you're in the past bro
Bottlin' a Scottish guy
Shoulda seen that glass-go
Hit him in the 'ead 'n' bruv
Nearly made his heart blow
Nearly made his heart burst
Lyricism's art work
Claim to be a rapper but you've never spat a hard verse
Writing till my palm hurts
Stay until her arse twerks
Spittin' as he's whipping bruv man I made that car swerve
And when I'm on a beat all you see is riot smoke
Watching what you eat but sniffin' bugle, diet coke
I suppose its fire every time that I compose cos I can see the future, present, past when my eyes are closed
17, I'm very lean
I'll be the best you've ever seen but you just got give me time like when the lemons green
I'm outside the box but here's a flippin' penalty
Beat your girl tomorrow just to freshen up my memory
7 shots of Hennessy, daily till I'm 70
Mix it with that coca-cola that's the flippin' recipe
But all I see is jealousy cos I'm the guy they'll never be
Going to my grave stone bunning as they bury me
Yea that good yute with that rude manner
Purple creps yeah you know I got that new swagger
Give a girl my lightsaber till she sounds like Chewbacca
Going there with Anaballe
Dip in yard Susannah
Dip in yard with Suzie
She was peng but all her friends were dead I called em' Uzi
She's calling me a cutie
I'm playing Call-of-Duty with one hand up on her booty
Boys can multi task
One handed as I shoot g
Lyrics for lyrics man I would step on any
Telling me I'm old school but trust me I ain't secondary
And if you chatting shit, trust me you'll be dead and buried
They claiming that they're icy but they Ben and Jerry
I make words, put it in a great verse
Now she's on her knees but I'm telling her this ain't church
Tellin' her to leave cos I promise that this game hurts
I'm in love with brain and she's in love with how my brain works
Yo
Outside the box
Listen
[Verse 1]
I'm jumping on this track I’m about to chat a load of greaze
Smacking loads of G's whenever they chatting loads of breeze
Claiming they doing road they claim back loads of beef but
They're all sat a yard whil’ I'm stacking loads of P's
If you don't rate what I'm doing couldn't give one fuck
Your girl wishes you was me but that's just tough luck
And now she's staring at me bruv its like she’s love struck
I’m getting straight red cards because the studs up
Songer why you been gone?
Need that new sick song
Eyes are always flipping red
Think they had two ticks on
Roll up with new kicks on
Hold on where's your bitch gone
Calls my dick a BMX cos that’s what she do tricks on
Claims he's got a Merc but still bitch I run past him
Don't know why he's talking to me dickhead stop askin’
Said my bars are funny but, bitch I'm not laughing
Boojhee when I bust because I strictly come dancin'
Big man your jarrin
Link up then spar him
Gun fingers loaded just skank out then blast him
Dank out that bathroom, strap that then spark it
Hennessy, vodka drank that mans clarted
Hard flows whether the bars new or whether the bars old
Bars cold, better then me? Nah you're in the past bro
Bottlin' a Scottish guy
Shoulda seen that glass-go
Hit him in the 'ead 'n' bruv
Nearly made his heart blow
Nearly made his heart burst
Lyricism's art work
Claim to be a rapper but you've never spat a hard verse
Writing till my palm hurts
Stay until her arse twerks
Spittin' as he's whipping bruv man I made that car swerve
And when I'm on a beat all you see is riot smoke
Watching what you eat but sniffin' bugle, diet coke
I suppose its fire every time that I compose cos I can see the future, present, past when my eyes are closed
17, I'm very lean
I'll be the best you've ever seen but you just got give me time like when the lemons green
I'm outside the box but here's a flippin' penalty
Beat your girl tomorrow just to freshen up my memory
7 shots of Hennessy, daily till I'm 70
Mix it with that coca-cola that's the flippin' recipe
But all I see is jealousy cos I'm the guy they'll never be
Going to my grave stone bunning as they bury me
Yea that good yute with that rude manner
Purple creps yeah you know I got that new swagger
Give a girl my lightsaber till she sounds like Chewbacca
Going there with Anaballe
Dip in yard Susannah
Dip in yard with Suzie
She was peng but all her friends were dead I called em' Uzi
She's calling me a cutie
I'm playing Call-of-Duty with one hand up on her booty
Boys can multi task
One handed as I shoot g
Lyrics for lyrics man I would step on any
Telling me I'm old school but trust me I ain't secondary
And if you chatting shit, trust me you'll be dead and buried
They claiming that they're icy but they Ben and Jerry
I make words, put it in a great verse
Now she's on her knees but I'm telling her this ain't church
Tellin' her to leave cos I promise that this game hurts
I'm in love with brain and she's in love with how my brain works
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