Lyrics

[Intro: Skepta] Yo, forget the C, B and A-list We don't wanna put this on a playlist Didn't wanna let Boy Better Know through That's why man run up in the house like bailiffs We come through new cars and clothes Now bakers wanna know how we make dough I keep telling 'em "Boy Better Know" Oh yeah Solo's back on road [Verse 1: Solo 45] Puh-puh-puh-puh-pum-pum pumpin' again They tried to stop me but I'm pumping again The Tottenham cowboy's outta the pen Best go halves on a leng Told them already, I'll repeat it What you thought I was gonna say "told them again?" Bet you fooled like a wasteman again But don't watch that bruddah Still can't take 45 for a charm No way blud I ain't no punk I'll run up in the crib with the pump Then puh-puh-puh-puh-pump You can't take 45 for a charm No way blud I ain't no punk I'll run up in the crib with the pump Then puh-puh-puh-puh-pump [Hook: Frisco] So I dare one of these MCs say suttin' 45's back in the place say nuttin' Trust me, I ain't talking about press though when I say Solo's gonna press button I dare one of these MCs say suttin' 45's back in the place say nuttin' Trust me, I ain't talking about press though when I say Solo's gonna press button [Verse 2: Solo 45] I'm looking at the music scene, it's changed so much who are all these chiefs? Half of these guys should've dead by now Yo wagwarn, where's the killer MCs? Nah, I ain't backing your beef if you're sending me dough for canteen Attempted murder charge at 19 Three months later, Section 18 Blud I had one shank, two shank, and two others One in my pillow, one in my covers Gave another couple to my London brothers My mandem, absolute nutters Who had the shanks? The fastest runners Boy Better Know I'll boy you better Deal with man and I'll leave man butters, overly butters Alright then [Hook: Frisco] So I dare one of these MCs say suttin' 45's back in the place say nuttin' Trust me, I ain't talking about press though when I say Solo's gonna press button I dare one of these MCs say suttin' 45's back in the place say nuttin' Trust me, I ain't talking about press though when I say Solo's gonna press button [Verse 3: Solo 45] Yo I used to rob these sort of guys, dude, I got the big 45 Rob my man, go home have a bath, then cream myself with E45 Change from Adidas into a Nike Park up the [?], throttle the bike I am the muckiest man in sight Who can chat to me? Come on chat to me I'll bump man like mosquito bites, ok, ok, uh-huh, alright When I get close to the stars like Neil Armstrong, [?]3 I think you're in for a fight Can't come around if your clique ain't tight Drawing 3's and hit the bullseye I make everybody scream, 180! [Hook: Frisco] So I dare one of these MCs say suttin' 45's back in the place say nuttin' Trust me, I ain't talking about press though when I say Solo's gonna press button I dare one of these MCs say suttin' 45's back in the place say nuttin' Trust me, I ain't talking about press though when I say Solo's gonna press button So I dare one of these MCs say suttin' 45's back in the place say nuttin' Trust me, I ain't talking about press though when I say Solo's gonna press button I dare one of these MCs say suttin' 45's back in the place say nuttin' Trust me, I ain't talking about press though when I say Solo's gonna press button