Suck Yourself

Lyrics

[Intro: Dappy] I'm likin' this one, yeah Are you listenin'? Duku yourself Na na nai [Verse 1: Dappy] Yo, I remember when we used to shot crack in pairs I had to clamp my spot under them Sainsbury's stairs (Yeah) Livin' on our pedal bikes, we didn't fuckin' care We'd always roll up on the buses without payin' the fares (Na na) If you're splashin' eight bills in a Z (What?) And you ain't comin' back with more than two bags Motherfucker, that means (That means), you ain't got a hustlin' head (No) So that means you'd probably do anythin' for a cheque (Pussy) Who knows, talk to the feds about the rest You can hush that beat (Beat) 'Cause there's never been snitches in my nest Up to this day, I still get stop and searched And I still give the wrong name and address, yes (Yes) Back then, I'd be out the house by ten And if I were to come back, my mum would never know when Instead of doin' somethin' good with my life I was out feelin' untouchable, tryna rock grown men (Bop) I dunno how he's done it, but my lawyer is a G for keepin' me outta pen' (Ha) If it weren't for him and my pops, I'd be lookin' at a ten We all used to shot food, but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends (Yeah) Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns Something's we wouldn't do and that was shot to man's mum But I would jam up at the crack house, all night long Seein' man ODin' on the needle and the needle and the bone When the mornin' used to come, I'd smell mingin' The weather was always fucked, my line never stopped ringin' Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anythin' There weren't nothin' we weren't slingin' Look at me now, I'm singin', and my little son's grinnin' Mum's gotta skits out when she sees her new yard and kitchen The C needs coachin' Put your album out the same day as us and we'll see who's roastin' [Chorus: Dappy] Suck yourself, you don't kill I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps that you ain't never copped no steel Real recognise real, you know the deal If you're on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit, I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill [Verse 2: Chip, Chip & Dappy] When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya (Yeah) Respected by G's 'cause I never tried to be one (I be myself) But I've been around Dappy and money makers It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us (No lie) Uh, I never lie in my bars (Uh-uh) Artist blow and make up a part (Stop lyin') Uh, they start lyin' to the listeners I tell em be yourself, the real G's ain't listenin' But nowadays, everybody's bad Everybody's got a strap on, and everybody bangs (That's real talk) And I don't give a shit if you're grindin' If your clothes look shit, you're a tramp (Ha) I'm sick and tired of these YouTube G's Gettin' pissed off because ya girl YouTubes me (YouTubes me) I swear down, these niggas make me sick (No lie) Na na nai, and we throw up a C Please, Mr. Munk's all good You think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood? (It's all good) I pass through like sho', they show love It's an event whenever I shows up The money, it goes up (Yeah), day by day Invade, these pricks should never say my name I came from a place where it's all or nothin' (North) So I'ma take war and leave the boys nothin' Leave 'em boys scuffin' (Yeah), fightin' over shit Number two album, nigga, I'm the shit (Check the charts) Ayo, D.A, look now we're winnin', we use to be in the flats chillin' Look at me, now I'm spittin', teeth still grinnin' Pass through my hood, big gully, AR chain swingin' Paid so I'm boastin', I can burn bread at one/four corner ways [Chorus: Dappy] Suck yourself (Yeah), you don't kill (You don't kill) I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps that you ain't never copped no steel Real recognise real, you know the deal (You know the deal) If you're on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit, I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill [Verse 3: Fazer] Yo, I was never ballin' My trainers all had smiles on their faces, they were talkin' Always dressin' bummy in some oversized tracksuit Runnin' 'round the streets where the gully is the black yutes Robbin' niggas bare-faced, I knew it wasn't fair, mate We'd lick a couple lappys, then we'd meet up at the staircase Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in Didn't think four years down the line, I'd still be breathin' And I ain't leavin', so [Chorus: Dappy] Suck yourself (Suck yourself), you don't kill (You don't kill) I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps that you ain't never copped no steel Real recognise real (Real recognise real, innit?), you know the deal (I'm grateful) If you're on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit, I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill [Outro: Dappy] Fuck you