Lyrics

[Intro] They ain't my dogs, I roll with the runt of the litter I make the drinks, certain man can't hold their liquor All I do is win, dem man can't call me bitter I'm from E14 where we turn badman into a shitter Didn't like Trim, but now they can't move any quicker I thought they wanted smoke, turns out it was just for the Twitter It's Lord Sith, you gonna need more than a girl and a witcher I'll chuck a ting and I ain't talking rice or glitter The ting's still German and the boys got white That's Claudia Schiffer, miss me with the likes 'Cause the goons got grams And they ain't just posting this side of the river I'm thе lord of the mics, been punching these linеs When dem man had bars and we called them a spitter Ignore all the signs and you will get murked In your madre's house while she's holding a zimmer Man said he's got bread, but when we turned up, it's kebab and pita I got a few vex cah they thought I couldn't get any sicker Stop sending out threats cah you're gettin' too— [Instrumental Break] [Interlude] Look [Verse] They ain't my dogs, I roll with the runt of the litter I make the drinks, certain man can't hold their liquor All I do is win, dem man can't call me bitter I'm from E14 where we turn badman into a shitter Didn't like Trim, but now they can't move any quicker I thought they wanted smoke, turns out it was just for the Twitter It's Lord Sith, you gonna need more than a girl and a witcher I'll chuck a ting and I ain't talking rice or glitter The ting's still German and the boys got white That's Claudia Schiffer, miss me with the likes 'Cause the goons got grams And they ain't just posting this side of the river I'm the lord of the mics, been punching these lines When dem man had bars and we called them a spitter Ignore all the signs and you will get murked In your madre's house while she's holding a zimmer Man said he's got bread, but when we turned up, it's kebab and pita I got a few vex cah they thought I couldn't get any sicker Stop sending out threats cah you're gettin' too old, it might mess with your ticker They can't war with the Sith, I'll murk your hitter's hitter's hitter I told man my mum didn't raise no quitter Don't come around badman moving like fritter Cah you will hold something inside of your fitter Have your face on a shirt, TV and sticker They can't play with the flows, mine come with punch and kicker Everyone street until it get street Now man are on street like pick me a winner Don't want beef, ain't ever had beef And wouldn't want beef if I cooked him a dinner They sold you a dream, stop counting sheep Man will put you to sleep, have your face in a pillow Stop smoking weed cah it ain't that deep I will spill tea with man like skipper Loading a killer Been trolling the ends since Clinton had tinted black Escort And rolled with a spinner If it's over your head, I've been going for the neck While they been coming up short like a broken zipper I gave 'em a sec, still got 'em in check And wore his queen out like a grandad slipper If you know what's best, don't come to set with smoke and mirror I ain't even peaked But I'm still going blind while they can't get glimmer Man know I'm from the East, but the flow's still cold And you will get served like revenge with dinner They don't wanna do bars cah these dumbbells Won't gain nothing but a punch and kicker No, it ain't safe, don't try play cool cah When I come through it's all rage and clipper Wait, you missed it We don't care if you like Trim, live with it I don't have to fuck none of yous, I've been Trimming I don't care whose doorstep it is, I'm still shitting There won't be nothing like me, I'm spit-spitting It might go over your head or wig splitted You don't wanna see how this ends or a snip-snippet Cah we ain't talking about films when these chicks flick it [Outro] If you think they're fucking with me, then you're trip-tripping This flow ain't something you'll see on these bitch-bitches I think their problem with me is I'm sick with it They keep talkin' 'bout cloth, so I'm knit-picking We don't listen to them songs cah I'm whip-whipping My flow's glue to these beats, you're just prick-sticking I don't need no crew, my clique's clicking You need to stop smoking that weed All that spliff-spliffing got you thinking you're me Until I'm glitch-glitching In your ends with my team like I'm slip-slipping I've got something on me with a clip-clipping And if we ain't talking 'bout Ps, then I'm dip-dipping Sith Poseidon on beat, I am with-with it Man will switch your lights off, I flick switches