Tarzan 3

You ain't racist, you got black friends

I ain't racist, I got black BMs

Fuck it, shout out to all my **** that's locked in the slammer

I was singin' and rappin' before Drizzy

I was the boy in the corner before Dizzee

I got two packs of that loud with me

And the drivers cool, so I'ma light up a biggie

Fuck it, let's all get gunned for speedin', 140 BPM's cheatin'

True say Drake blew up Grime the other night

Watch how I give this tempo a beating

Fling me the keys to my bike

Who wants to come for the ride, what?

I was in Croydon just the other day

Boys mum was cookin' up a storm

Every ting was blessed, try steppin' outside

You know what it's like

True say I'm bait, man wanna try it

I was on the estate, I wish I had a yank

Fuck that, I be goin' South all my life

When I'm in North, every ting blessed

When I'm in West, I'm a guest

Fuck what you've been through

Stop messing, look at this Wesson

This ain't something that you wanna get into

Swear to God, ask Bizzie and Hypes

When I'm in East, I'm nice

When we were at the bar, me and man dropped the strap

In front of his auntie and she was, "Jesus Christ"

(Oi, Dapps, where you been? Thought you were dead)

Who, me? I've been here gettin' head

New bitches in my bed every night, nothing less

(Cool, Hugh Heff', say less, but hurry up, come back to finesse)

('Cause I've been watching these new yutes on YouTube)

(And I don't care what anyone said)

(There's nothing they can do, you, you're the best)

Whenever they're strugglin' to pay the bills

Sendin' for me might do them a favor still

But I ain't tryna write a whole diss track

One tweet, bet I could get a Fascio a major deal

But if you violate, and I mean violate

I ain't gonna write nothing back for ya

Act like nothing happen, see you on the road, squash it  and shatter ya

Or batter ya

And if you put me on my bum, I'll come back for ya

Let the whole ends know it's gonna be mad for ya

I'm a good fella

But I'll have man sittin' outside your house for days like the mafia

I can tell you how your mum looks right now

Little bro's in his room playing on COD

Sister's out the front playin' with the cat

So if I were you, I would head back right now

Spin the whip back round, it's gonna go down

Come with every man that you know

When they see the .44 hanging out the four-door

All they'll remember is Vaffanculo

You can't fuck with my costga'

Can't you tell by my posture I ain't no pop star?

We've been doin' our thing way before the Tarzan ting

Call me Young Cosa Nostra