Worst

Fuck what you heard Fuck what you heard Fuck what you heard (what you talkin' 'bout?) Fuck what you heard Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Diss me, that's a curse Late night on a purge Four man in a Merc Door slam and then burst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Diss me, that's a curse Late night on a purge Four man in a Merc Door slam and then burst Fuck what you heard I been up in the bits Trapboy can't go broke They hollering for a fix Manna' back in effect Money, power, respect Try man for a brick Hit the rave then I flex Fuck the word on the curb I've been up in the game Put a hole in a shirt Man getting lit like a flame On the strip, fuck a search Grab a tool, put in work Gyal a pop it and twerk Still with gang on the lane Doing road, skrr' Do the road skrr' See your hoe, I swerve Tell 'em fuck what they heard Do a show on your turf Stepped in for the search Man bagged with that bird Six braps and then rr rr! Man's road, man's curb They clean man's dirt Girly giving man err Out ere looking skrr' Trackie un-der If I touch her, she gon' squirt When I lose, I come first Try diss me, that's a curse Purple, smokin' Mix the Henny, make a potion Hit the road on a mad ting Cause up bare commotion Ting, loaded Catch us slugging, get folded Bread, get Hovis Run it up and just hold it Dem man are informers Dem man are some talkers Over here we keep quiet I ain't heard or saw shit About business, man important Phone ringing, they calling I'm whippin' up, put the fork in 'Til the dough reach enormous Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Diss me, that's a curse Late night on a purge Four man in a Merc Door slam and then burst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Diss me, that's a curse Late night on a purge Four man in a Merc Door slam and then burst Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that And the warlord come with the warlord chat Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that Can't turn on people and try come back Nah likkle yute, man it don't work like that Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that I know you heard about us on the curb If I said that I got bro then that's my word Wrist work, flexin' 'til it hurts With the driver, whizzin' and skrr Take a next step, put it in thirds Call up, call up, in the corner, corner They can hold no search Top Boy, I'm cooler When you see the name, gotta big it up first Ain't got one, can't lift man skrr Baby birth, then man lift off skirt I see your girl chillin' man's Merc Section Season, fuck what you heard There's something that I think you should know I been on the edge, man I beg you please don't push me bro See I refused to pay attention to you p***yholes You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls I told 'em a million times Us man are in control Theresa knows Britain is mine On the frontpage covered in gold I tried to show man wah gwan See my man rubbing his nose Now man have got life on track Them man are still out there troubling hoes Oh no Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Diss me, that's a curse Late night on a purge Four man in a Merc Door slam and then burst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Fuck what you heard My G's are the worst Diss me, that's a curse Late night on a purge Four man in a Merc Door slam and then burst --- Worst - Section Boyz and Skepta