Man Like Peri

Lyrics

[Verse] Let me tell you why you're a pussy Cuh when my bruddas caught you slipping in Greenwich And popped one in your eye without spinach A man said you panicked and left kid bookey Bare smack talk tryna press man buttons But you duck as soon as things get a bit pushy Your heart is mushy, can't diss my crew See my crew, and then think everything's cushty (KO) My Gs held the ghost in your face You were scared of getting smacked all over the place Try talk, we don't wanna hear what you gotta say That's when you heard "splash!" Ice and coke in your face Couldn't see the bang coming towards your head This is where I start laughing, dead They said you weren't swinging back at least once You were stepping over tables, falling over coleslaw and garlic bread Where was that guy on them riddims? You were ruining man's quarter chicken You made it worse than it was, hiding behind the counter That's why my G had to pick up the PERi-PERi bottle and hit him It's like every year, you get buried Man got scoped in Nandos and PERi'd TC, Young Dot, Dot Rotten, Zeph Ellis Your next name might as well be Perry You ain't even Millhouse, you're Mills' son, AKA Millson In fact, the way you stepped over everyone You're secretly Denilson Lost count, how many times have I killed him? When are you gonna diss me with a real ting? Glock? Stop lying, that weren't a real ting Man got excited for the return of your spirit I was baffled like, wait, who the fuck killed him? This guy is cheating life If you're so sick, then how come Both of your aliases flopped and committed suicide And what did you do when Ruger caught you At Corey Johnson's and banged you in the eye? Nada, jack, third time you never swang back You ain't bad rudeboy, that's a lie Really at your neck boy, this ain't a tie About I never sent Little Dee money What you gonna do when he tweets "Dot Rotten is lying"? Huh? That one's gonna be funny Like say your likkle brudda never came to my yard And collected the money, come better than that, sonny I know I'm blick but if I was even there with Chip He would recognise P Money Gun to whose head? Nah, not me sonny These man will tell you what I'm like Yardies pull out a strap I said "blud, everyone stop running" Had a nank, but they didn't know I was bluffing They licked one shot and they started dussing Greaze accounts, my gang us lot started Where are your stories? You ain't got nothing Stop hearing rumours and getting excited And check the facts before you start cussing You lied on a angry ting Let me tell you 'bout the anti ting I grew up with man on both sides, so I never took sides 'Cause I don't snake friends, that a standard ting You're mentioning names you don't even know To prove us another rumour ting you're twisting Me and Faker was actually cool bro Two guys you mentioned weren't there doe Seven-o, rated then bucked me A younger swang for me His own guys had to hot him up Like "are you fucking dumb G?" 'Cause that weren't in the plan Man said don't touch me Easily man could've rushed me But guess what, Dot? Man didn't rush me 'Cause unlike you I got respect And I'm blessed with the realest guys in the ends on fuckery Only you cry like a girl Man's made money and I've shared it as well Man in my circle can tell you I was giving man money Whether or not they was in or out jail Keep on coming with the lies, you'll fail Arsehole, I can see any lies you tell Your lies were denied by Maxsta But he never denied about fucking your girl If my man actually said he G-checked me Then a man's lying, or he must not like me He messaged me on Snap, so I'll ask him And I bet he'll say "that pussyhole's lying" Please, stop confusing any of these girls To be anything like your wifey 'Cause I'm still adding names to the EP Can't lie, it's looking like an album, my G [Outro] Haha, thirty track album cuz You're still listening to rumours, that aren't true And making your own remixes There's no remixes with mine about you And you wanna make tunes about facts There's no facts in it though, ha ha ha ha You said a lot Now you got people actually speaking out On Twitter, saying "no, he's actually chatting shit" But, man are not saying I'm chatting shit though You've lost cuz, you're desperate You're getting yourself in more even arms With more people You ain't even gotta worry about me no more Haha, oi, and can I say this? Man don't know who the fuck Jasmine is But you seem to know a lot Why do you know? Haha, hear what I'm saying cuz When you got some real facts Then you can make a tune about facts OG'z, Money Man 'pon mic, Blue Borough Man know, you're chatting shit cuz, haha