Round Here (feat. Giggs & Flowdan)

Biz Giggs Yo You don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear You don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, yoCheck 1, four fizzy in the air One shot, two shot, three shot, clear And you know that we got a transit spare Case we gotta run up on your rer Man don't care if you go gym and you [?] Or if you rock Moncler Talking tough? Man might call that bluff Then next thing you know, you disappear Dear oh dear, I don't wanna hear no he said, she said He's gonna do that, my G, you're on ket Badboy on the internet But in real life, man ah man know that you're just wet Talk out the side of your mout, but one thing I know My name, you're gonna respect Violation or wasting my time You already know that's something I won't let Man wanna go on like some Musketeer Talk about P, my P, you're not near 500 when I step into gear Look in the rear view, don, you're not there Ten years plus, yo, I know it's not fair And I'll do another ten, I can see clear I'm on a different page Two seventeen, I'm on a different waveYou don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear You don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear You don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear You don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, yoMan's that kid that's local, vocal DJ, mix that Pro Tool He say, she say, so-called, so what? Babe, quick, get that phone call If that strap's got sixteen bullets Man gon' get that total Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze Greaze, greaze, greaze It's that kid that flipped that token Grabbed that, left that broken It's that kid that lit that spliff What, Biz, what? Get that potion It's that kid that knocked that door What? Knock-knock, kicked that open Greaze, greaze, please Leave man, please Man just crept and tiptoed and hold 'em Clip the prick that's been chosen Man just lit the pricks up and smoke 'em Man get lifted and soaken Man get gassed up off all this social Man's got big shit in motion Man's too sick to be loafing, joking Man's too big to be boastingYou don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear You don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear You don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear You don't wanna stop round here You don't wanna plot round here, nah Big four fizzy in the hand Kick off your headtop clear, yo London boys