Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Yeah
Mufasa
Hold tight Link Up, Mic Check
Shout out my girls
Large up the pagans dem
Yeah, killing everybody in the game, even MJ had to beat it
Shamone, listen I'm the shit like I'm faeces
Couldn't give a shit about the retweets
Couldn't give a shit about the shit
You can take the girl out the hood but you can't take the bits out the bitch
Drop punchlines, get a kick out of it
I'm so sick, take the piss out the shit
Like, straight outta Croydon
Rolling with some guys, avoiding boydem
I bring the bombs and I deploy them
You're an MD, I might destroy him
Heard your track, it was mighty boring
I wouldn't even wipe the floor with it
Tune's catchy, no chorus in it
You ain't heard my song but know all the lyrics, like how that work?
My bitches hold shh and they all know how that work
You say you shut down, looks like your crowd don't work
I smoked your weed and your loud don't work
How that work? How that work? How that work? Bitch, how that work?
Talk about Ps, not a pound in your purse
Jump in the whip, push down and reverse
Why? Cause I'm back
Why they catting the flows and all that?
If I get mad, who's holding me back?
Not her, not him
I'm so wavy so it's only right that I'm show-boating
Please don't get motion sick
Going in straight from the jump
Rolled me something and it weighed about a tonne
Don't say my shit is lit or it’s crunk
We don't even say that shit in England
Like, please please please, tell me that my shit is greazy
I bet I sound nothing like Little Weezy
Shut down shows, I don't do no freebies
Bow down when you see me
I dropped Don't Fuck With Them
And now they're fucking with me, wow how ironic
Any flow I bring is iconic
If you really want it then I'm on it
Ride in the whip, tiptronic
You know my style, you know my swag
Them girl there, na they ain't bad
Badder than who? Bader than what?
Never, not me
Them girl tried but I did it properly
I'm going in straight for the kill
Run up in the shop, head straight for the till
Leave off of that, cause let's be real
Them bars there aren't paying your bills
No way, them bars there can't suffice
Them bars, you can't survive off that
That's your flow, I might king that
Send for me, I ain't writing back
I won't even hear your shit
You'll spend money and time on a vid for me
Meanwhile I'll be busy making history
That's how you add insult to injury
Wow, they all wanna fuck with me now
Emails have been getting on top of me now
Cause I am the wave
And I don't behave
So fucking with me, fuck around and drown
Fucking with me, it will be lights out
Them girl there wanna copy my style
Shut down shows like I put the mic down
They say "oh my days" when they see me on nights out
Tell me that they've got me on Soundcloud, bless up
Hope that they buy my shit but no pressure
Ain't my flex, that ain't how I'm set up
It's my pleasure and it's at your leisure
Who's in charge? Well I'm in charge
Who's the boss? Well I'm the boss
Who's the cure and who's the cause?
Who is real, who's Santa Claus?
And what the bumba, what the rass?
Who's the bitch behind the mask?
Who's the jury, who's the judge?
Who fell off, you unsurpassed
Who the fuck and who's the fuss?
Who's the pussy, who's Mufasa? Me
Tell them girls, do not fuck with me
Told them already I don't fuck with them, like say I didn't say it properly
I don't wanna tell them again
I think you had this idea the weak was on par
But I'm in a higher tier, you're not in my class
If you wanna take it there then we can go fast
Got myself a rocket then I have a blast
Oh my gosh, skippy flows
That kind of have you on your tippy toes
That kind that makes you wanna let your whole city know
Punchlines even with a drippy nose
You don't wanna come against Nadz
I take them girl for punching bags
Take them girl for trash
Think it's a game? You've met your match
Think it's a game? You've met your death
Don't make the grade, you've failed your test
If you've got a brain inside your head
See me in the rave, you should play dead
Came with that grade, can smell that stench
Making it rain and make it stretch
Make sure I'm paid and we get fed
Not just in cash, pay me respect
Cause like I said
Who's in charge? Well I'm in charge
Who's the boss? Well I'm the boss
Who's the cure and who's the cause?
Who is real, who's Santa Claus?
What the bumba, what the rass?
Who's the bitch behind the mask?
Who's the jury, who's the judge?
Who fell off, you unsurpassed
Who the fuck and who's the fuss?
Who's the pussy, who's Mufasa? Me