Humid Lyrics

Some man

Have got alikkle 1bag

Likkle 2 bags Likkle 3 bags

And man thinks that there Caking

Mash talk

I'll mash man up no play ting

F talking

I straight Bang man's face in

I just came home from the jail house

Bag full of Grezzzz

Now I'm hitting the roads

My straps Blazing

Fam I got dons that

Mash work

Bang deets

Got 3 baby mums and there bading

Chat shit

You can get banged like Nathen

Holiday vibe

Get banged sunbathing

Or run

when I skertch and pull up

Jump and the car fam

You'll get bun like pagans

Man have been

Barling for music

So I sprinkle a little spice

Coz u know man's Jamaican

PAGANS

Bet u go MAC D

And order

The fillet of Fish and add Bacon

Darg

I will Bullet and skeng man

Pull it and end man

Fam I got hitters

Like muggi and dread man

On site cuz

I don't care about feds fam

Jump out the dingdong

hoodie and kweng man

Them man are booky

Talking to feds fam

Darg I will serve up

Scramble and egg man

Fam I don't care

Who's uncles a Leng man

If I ever ring with the drop

Your a Dead man

Fam I don't care

If man with roll with 10 man

Easy Gym I go Gym

And straight Bench Man

Stop Shouting the Postcode

That you Rep Fam

Even ur G

And of can't check Man

You man are next gang

Darg I will lick off your Head fam

Bang you and lick after Next Man

I'll run up in

Your mums yard with a 16

Squeezing the back

Even Tho I'm a breast man

Don't get gassed on the roadside

Asbo antics

I'll push your face in the Curb

Whipping up lyrics no Pyrex

Bagging up A Class

I ain't the same as you Nerds

I bang like Manny vs Mosley

Sick from the Jump off

Darg you'll be laid in the third

Don't try jump in the ocean

Darg if I let off pump

Get sprayed when I squirt

F u Darg and ur 4 door

0 to 100

Hop out the lane when I serve

Nuff man jump in their feelings

Darg don't come around boogie

Waving ur skirt

Don't act hype

with your Mandem

Darg all the Jumping and Shouting

Making it worse

Fam I got dons

That will splash man

And they ain't spraying

No champagne over your shirt

I beg a man

Don't act like a maddaman

Fam I know madman

Dickhead you've never been mad

Never been roadside

Never been certi

Never been a gangsta

Never been bad

Stop acting like You Rep Ends

Beg Friend

U ain't Mashed Works

Stop claiming the Swag

Man already know that we splash sauce

1 call from the worker

That's 8 in the Bag

Dickhead don't come around here

Waving your Rag

Fam i don't Care

If u came with Ur Dad

You can see

Gang wid there Arm Out

Man better Ten Toes

Coz we ain't Waving A Cab

U can hold Four

From the Four Five

Or hold a Box

From a 357 on snap

Nuff man talk

We don't watch face

ABG anywhere

We make it a fact

Asbo and active

Swear to my two black balls

And my black lips

Man say I'm old skool

But I'm still match fit

Big 45 darg

You can get splash with

You man are pumpums

Behind your ad libs

Man know I come through

Swinging like Agnus

Fam I don't watch no face

Cuz or chat shit

A Lot of man

Would of been better if they practiced

Man know

I mash beat no mattress

Mash up the beat

No mattress

Man know

From I start talking it's madness

Go hard like

When the trap house never had sniff

I don't wanna hear man

Talk like a shooter

Or my shooter

Wid the ting might bang this

Man keep screaming there road

Till we buck on the road

Then a man's screaming out no madness