Look Out (feat. Giggs)

Yeah, don't know

Giggs, Skeps

Browse it, Boom Productions

SN1, Boy Better Know

Look out, you bastards

SN1 on my tee again

My black trousers D&G again

Looking like a G again

That's right, it's me again

My big .45's got a 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 in the B again

Just got some high grades from Vesra

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

I like hot girls '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

Take off your whole head top

Hannibal Lecter

Black director shoot up shit

Then I cut in the Vectra

Orange bud weed looking nectar

Strap a big boy spiff sorta nester

Had to breeze up to Chester

Got a new flake link, got a tester

Ohh, potent white girl, so I pressed her

Hugh Hefner pitch **** like Scarface did Hector

Breeze in there like car chase with feds, cuh

It's looking like them Jakes wanna get us

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

We got the best slugs, so come against us

This is the hard shit

Makes you want to lick out a cartridge

Look out, you bastards

We push out the hard shit

This is the hard shit

Makes you want to lick out a cartridge

Look out, you bastards

We push out the hard shit

Yo, this might sound a bit cheeky

But I don't even try if I'ma make it look easy

Naturally greasy

Me and Giggs run up and take all the gold coins

Like Mario and Luigi

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 want to 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

They hate me, got 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 kick back 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 team

So, fuck them ****

Every day I'm surrounded by killers

Like I was on a lifers wing

See, I'm a cool brother with a heart of the wickedest

Violate me, I squeeze this till it finishes

Then I switch clips like Hollow Man 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 the champion

Until I get a mansion

I'ma keep murdering spitters at random

This is the hard shit

Makes you want to lick out a cartridge

Look out, you bastards

We push out the hard shit

This is the hard shit

Makes you want to 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 want to write in the studio and make it look good

You get me

SN1, Boy Better Know, you can't know

Skepta doesn't even write

I told you before

Skepta, we believe it 'cause