Fatality Riddim X Lyrics

Man love to throw shades till they learn Borough business

And then Google and know man while out

Man charge up like Summertime, two magnums and a 64 your on time out

Four head season, you can hold two in your head back

ABG on a ride out, I ain't got time for the bullshit

I ain't like none of them, I ain't got nothing to lie about

Crazy the scenes just full of begs that love to chat shit

With nothing to write bout, they ain't banging' EPs or singles

It's just one bag of yours with, dry mouth, this thing fresh off the press

If I spin mans jaw reckless bro, you can get ironed out

Just know I give headbutts, low blows, I might just kick man

And dig man's eyes, them man are Pum Pums

One bag of jokers, if mans acting up they best mind out

To many man have got waste man energy

If man is lighting up I switch lights out, I ain't like none of them

I cant pretend for the camera, man cant tell me watch my mouth

Man cant act like money, cant buy shit

Five bags can get man a lie down, I ain't no side man

I'm the same person you see online, Rudeboy when you sign out

I'm still learning to let shit, go can't lie I still tump man on a ride out

This year fam it's red tape and carnage, my dons laugh at shit that you cry about

Somebody tell these man I'm the wrong one, when I load up Boooof you best mind out

Man wanna 4k man, up to 3D, till I get greezy

Grab him and while out, I was straight tump man, run a man down

Like a athlete, there ain't a L in my house

Do it on camera, switch up the MO, but I can't see nothing above the eyebrow

I see man tryna jump on the wave peer, man are just bullshit basic and ironed out

De de rolad De de

If I load, Boooof to your head top sign out, I ain't no carry artist

with one like, dead sixteen, rude boy you best mind out

I leave queng in a soundboy, his head top rude boy, man better circle before man find out

Mad night, English people on holiday, postcode living thats a endless ride out

24 seven man's outside, these man only turn up on a Saturday night

Man know from I touch down I long, I might let off the boooof, let me bill it and vibe out

Man know its pockets and paper, structure and flow with style, I twist it inside out

If my ting ever sounds like some, Grime karaoke, I beg man just pull the mic out

These man a waste man, doing up Simon, probably getting boxed up fam and don't ride out

This year man know it's Kweng and business, I ain't gotta warn, man better mind out

Kweng to your head top, if I rise up and I X that, I'll make your breakfast slide out

Man can't jump on a ready man, feed off a next mans, reload fam and try hide out