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BEEHAVE

90

Hip-Hop/Rap

BEEHAVE was released on January 12, 2026 by GSS Records as a part of the album BEEHAVE - Single

Song Details

AlbumBEEHAVE - Single

Release DateJanuary 12, 2026

LabelGSS Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM174

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chip

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jahmaal Noel Fyffe

Jahmaal Noel Fyffe

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dexplicit

Producer

JC

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They swarmed around me like bees

But they were consumed as quickly as burning thorns

In the name of the Lord, I cut them down now

Oh no

Yo

Oi, you live with your mom, you likkle tramp

I paid off mumzy’s yard, you’re going mad

Borrowing watches, teefing clothes

Bring your baby mom back her bags

Before, I have to listen and spill

Cah’ I know where your song goes football still

Profiting off a young G and a hearse

But when you saw RV, you was chatting about church

Is it your young G or a kid from your area?

The street say you’re looking weird, ya know

Said it’s your young G, then a kid from your area

Hold on, it’s getting scarier

Naming everybody that’s done well

But can’t say the same about yourself

Psalms, pen and pad, I’ll give him hell

Savimbi, hit the drawer and pick your belt

Friendly fire was your gimmick

This was never about lyrics

This is about a nasty fucking tramp

Needing clout from people dying in killings

I can’t believe you’re still writing lyrics

These times, you know where his yard is, spin it

These times, you know where farm is, spin it

You write too slow, bro, could’ve got birthday beats

You can’t chat to man about riddims

Fake musician, punk on a one-way mission

Street ready, ain’t you on bail, what

Filming yourself doing crime ain’t-

What you gonna do if they play your lyrics in court

And ask about packs in my house?

Stand on what you’re rapping about

Or, just admit that it’s caps from your mouth(Joker)

The word-for-word ting, I’ve mastered it

You don’t stand for shit or know half of it

These times, Bugzy called me a snitch

And you asked me to do your remix after it

Begging and breading and geminate after it

Dropped it out, then they want a problem after it

It was fun when you was going shell, innit?

It’s not fun when you’re holding shells, innit?

It’s not fun when you’re taking L’s, innit, Lambush?

I’ve never been jacked in Camden

Big up to Chinx and Ramps dem

Word on road, you ain’t ganged them

Or phoned them, or manned them

‘Cause you can’t keep your hand off the gyal-

Can’t believe that I’m clashing this clafe

Put it back

Spray that in the name of Ray black

Pervert, justice

You know your name’s that

Expert trust Chip

They know I flame back

Stop dick-riding stiff chocolate

But when it comes to bars, you ain’t got this

About show me 100 foul

You ain’t show Mumzy’s kitchen ‘till now

I don’t give a fuck for the road man stuff

If you’re chatting about music, I’m licking them down

For an uncleared sample, pay what? I’m not an idiot

Let them rot in they feelings

Got too many bangers, that one got deleted

When I say legend, they wheel it

Why **** hating on my ends

When they got problems in their own borough?

It’s weird, tell me that

But tweetie pie’s having a 'mare

Swear, I heard you got stripped round there

You’re delulu-world, you took my girl

I’m a virgin, I don’t kiss and tell

You busting any gal because you’re scum

Your baby mothers wish you wore a 'dom

When it comes to music, I’m your father

Your mother can’t be proud to call you son

If everything you really say, you mean it

Click that “Jumpy remix” and delete it

I don’t give a fuck about your cosigns

I’m not with the stamping sexual deviants

Me? I’d rather stamp on sexual deviants

Chatting about you, why you chatting about Chris?

First Ray Black, now it’s sexual gestures at sis

You creep, you should be on the list

Oh, Ray, man. Ray, man, don’t do me like this, man

I’m sorry. I apologize, man. You know me

I’m just flirty, man. I was fucking about, man

Your breast was out, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it

I didn’t mean it, man(You nasty bum)

Don’t do me like that, man

You don’t have to think like that, man

You know me, ’cause, I was vibing

Why you starting on Chippy?

I was vibing

Why you touching titties?

I was vibing

Why you sleeping with nitties?

I’m stupid

That’s not grime, that’s greedy

I was vibing

Why you snake who helps?

I’m stupid

Why did you come for my belts?

I’m stupid

That’s why you’re getting this belt

I’m stupid

Boy, keep your hands to yourself

I touched her, I touched that breast, bro, you know me, man, I’m stupid, innit?

Written by: Jahmaal Noel Fyffe

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