Look Out

Yeah, dunno

Giggs, Skepta

Browse it, Boom Productions

SN1, Boy Better now

Ah, look out you bastards, ha-ha

SN1 on my tee again, my black trousers D&G again (yes)

Looking like a G again (yeah)

That's right, it's me again

My big .45's gotta flea in 'em

Think I've only got one Mac, got three of 'em

Then you won't see me again

Time to get the white in and the B again

Just got some high grades from Vesra

I'm a real G, so I gotta little extra

I like hot girls 'cause I'm extra ('cause I'm extra)

Thought about my lighty then I text her

Impressed her, thinks I'm on shit 'cause I'm doing it with Skepta (with Skepta)

Take off your whole head top, Hannibal Lecter

Black director, shoot up shit, then I cut in the Vectra (cut)

Orange bud weed lookin' nectar (lookin' nectar)

Strap a big boy spliff sotum nester

Had to breeze up to Chester

Got a new flake link, gotta tester

(Ooh), potent white girl, so I pressed her

Hugh Hefner, pitch niggers like Scarface did Hector

Breeze in there like car chase with feds cah

It's looking like them jakes wanna get us

I'm the best 'cause I ain't in the rap game were the best, bruv

We got the best slugs, so come against us

This is the hard shit

Makes you wanna lick out a cartridge

Look out you bastards

We push out the hard shit

This is the hard shit (yo)

Makes you wanna lick out a cartridge

Look out you bastards (Skepta, yeah)

We push out the hard shit

Yo, this might sound a bit cheeky

But I don't even try, fam, I make it look easy, naturally greazy

Me and Giggs run up and take all the gold coins like Mario and Luigi (bling)

If you wanna say something, say it when you see me

Don't phone me, save your credit

'Cause if you can't tell me what happens after you die, I don't wanna hear it

You ain't half a gangster, nowhere near it

Meridian, that's my murdering force

Giggs beat the skeng in South, I heard it in North

And hate me, Boy Better Know t-shirts

And SN1 wear for the whole world to endorse, course

North's up in this bitch

I don't know what you heard, but you can't take the piss

If you saw what the kickback done to my wrist

You would have never put my name on your murder list

Fam, if you interrupt the vibe that I'm in

Then I ride, ride, ride with my ting

So fuck them niggas

Every day, I'm surrounded by killers, like I was on a lifers wing

See I'm a cool brudda with a heart of the wickedest

Violate me, I squeeze this 'til it finishes

Then I switch clips like Hollowman switches chicks (switches chicks)

Rinse the machine like boom bye, bye, I call that Buju Banton

Light up your head like a lantern

Boy Better Know standard

"Look out," that's the anthem

Ask all the mandem

Out here in the grime scene I'm a champion

Until I get a mansion

I'ma keep murdering spitters at random (brrah)

This is the hard shit

Makes you wanna lick out a cartridge

Look out you bastards

We push out the hard shit

This is the hard shit

Makes you wanna lick out a cartridge

Look out you bastards

We push out the hard shit

What they gonna say now?

How can you have a hit yet?

Two BET nominees on one track

We can write at home

But we wanna write in the studio and make it look good

SN1, Boy Better Know, done know

I told you before, Skepta, we believe it cuz (brah)