Likkle Pickney

Lyrics

[Hook : Tempa T] Why's man goin' on like Scarface though? My man sayin' he's bad But he ain't Scarface, no Bun him out all over of the town, didn't know his Dad's my bro Man ain't inna no trap Tell a likkle man go home Wanna act up? Please man, you're just a pickney Man ain't bangin' no skengs Man I'm hard like a gypsy Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney Likkle man claimin' streets When I bang my bullets don't frisbee [Verse 1 : Tempa T] I don't know this likkle man claimin' steets Said he popped down nuff man, he ain't been in basic beef Said he goes hard on the road, nah man he ain't chasing P's Said he goes hard on the road, nah man he's a basic thief Who really knows this guy, who really know this neek? Ain't been about for a minute, touch down - better know it's peak Listen up, your big man, true say you're just a pickney for me Man, man said he bust bare case but he just chat for police You could have a thousand bags You could have a thousand bags You could be dressed in a suit I could be dressed in rags Left a mans' top bare hole-y, see a man gank and stab Man will tek with the roley's, see a man punch and jab Man stop thinkin' it's knife, man will just punch and jab If I punch man in the face, man will hit concrete slab See man stand on the curb, see a man standing bad Got two spinners on deck, man will start bursting live [Hook : Tempa T] Why's man goin' on like Scarface though? My man sayin' he's bad But he ain't Scarface, no Bun him out all over of the town, didn't know his Dad's my bro Man ain't inna no trap Tell a likkle man go home Wanna act up? Please man, you're just a pickney Man ain't bangin' no skengs Man I'm hard like a gypsy Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney Likkle man clamin' streets When I bang my bullets don't frisbee [Verse 2 : Giggs] It's that ahh bloody mash that Armed with the flow Hard-body flashback After the show, get half of the cash back Dark on the road, I'm daft in the [?] Talk on the phone, man dance in your snapback Who's that shark on the throne, just park at the mans [?] Who's this darker opponent, spark her and splash that Start up the motor, park up the hatchback It's calm on the roads, straight after he crashed that Scar from my neck, mad sharp with my head back Man just laugh at the rest, man's laughin' like ha-ha Straight Harry Hatchet, hack with the hatcher Feds better catch up, snap with the catcher Shit's getting flipped and slapped with the spatula Man's got an itch and MAC be the scratcher Pricks gettin' bricked and cracked with the fracture Quick get the suitcase Man's eating and you've got a toothache Man's pullin' up like - what? Coz Giggs got a new tape Man rollin' up just chargin' That Giggs in the 2 chain Dat-da-da-dat, Dan Gorgan, back for the retake Quick, get a knife and fork out and slap me a beef steak Back for the replay Scratch, I'm a DJ Think because a man's from London, you get smacked with a tea tray [Hook : Tempa T] Why's man goin' on like Scarface though? My man sayin' he's bad But he ain't Scarface, no Bun him out all over of the town, didn't know his Dad's my bro Man ain't inna no trap Tell a likkle man go home Wanna act up? Please man, you're just a pickney Man ain't bangin' no skengs Man I'm hard like a gypsy Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney Likkle man clamin' streets When I bang my bullets don't frisbee