Aystar

Lyrics

GRM Daily, Daily Duppy Scousematic You know what it is Listen Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think niggas is tryna peel me Like I'm a fruit but I ain't having it I'm a real G And I conceal G blades and firearms is what I be hidin in me coat When its time to blow And I know Shit gets hot, and when its hot nothing stops Man are still running in crocs with Glocks, asking for boxes They operate in Wavertree and [?] Got the blocks gassed with the waps I spit, got the wap that spits 16s like I do Anytime I hear a sick beat I'll be at your Ken like Ryu, have you running like Dmitri When I'm running round these streets Dumping off these sweets Start a niner to your pagan, Ima slap one of his cheeks The game's full o neeks Thats why I 'ardly fuck with noone And I don't need noone, I can do it on me own don So don't get it twisted when I reach out, its cos I feel your shit I like that shit that makes you wanna pull your piece out I'm a beast, man are like hows he do it? He keeps a scouse accent but flows so fluent I call it practice and a gift from up above You couldn't spit this shit on time even if you had it dubbed See me in the club, I got a couple goons with me Got goose up in my cup in case you wonder why I'm tipsy You're only drinking cider bro Man you need to fucking chip g Man are going in over here bro and you're looking piff Not a penny in your pocket Why the fuck you in the club You came in a cab and now you're leaving on a bus Its all mad He didn't even keep a fiver for his cab Its all backwards, I just don't get these niggas Dumb ballers, its like they're all pep these niggas Spent your rent on your shoes How does that make sense I don't care if you make it back g that was money for your rent Your shoes ain't got a roof on, red bottom Louboutin Fuck that catch me sitting in a meeting with a suit on Talking like a businessman, Timberland boots on I don't fuck with nuttin flashy But I might just step the levs up Now fuck it where's me trackie Fuck it Louis belt and hat g Man I'm tryna own a house by the time I'm like 30 But I'm only 22, so I've gotta put in work g Beef I'll get to merking Beats I straight merk em So if you want collab thats 5 50 for a verse Unless you're certified These little nerdy guys With like 200 followers Talkin like they're from Merseyside Will you collab? Lookin for a fucking bring in Nigga you aren't getting noticed and its best you start dinging or some shit Harsh game thats why I've got a drum clip Full of lyrics for these critics Tell a hater suck two big dicks Think I give a fuck about you? Catch me on 1 Xtra with Charlie Sloth I'm in the booth See me in the back of the club, Im in the booth With that girl you're tryna flag thats why you're hating on a yute Nigga please step your game up Hating arse nigga Nuttin but a lame fugg nigga I dun came up Check the freestyles on YouTube Check the movie roll Check Scousematic and go and tell who you know That the scouse boys about, putting 'pool on the map I 'ardly get time to write because this food haffi get bagged And distributed I ain't in the mix with stupid Little kids or stupid little bitches when I hit them They'll be getting hit by Cupid Nigga these flows that I come with are just stupid Splat one at your diss for being stupid Grime daily