Who’s Badder Than We

Lyrics

[Hook: Narsty] Who's badder than we? 'Dem man are just neeks Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef Like bro, order a King Group Or it might be a Addison Lee Gyallie on me Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek Who's badder than we? 'Dem man are just neeks Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way) Like bro, order a King Group Or it might be a Addison Lee Gyallie on me Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me [Verse 1: Trizzac] Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Might skid 'round with big guns Pecknarm, they know where I'm from Fuckin' give me verbal you scum Are you stupid? Are you dumb? If I don't hit all, I hit some If I don't catch man, I'll wig mums Me and my guys do this for fun Don't be dumb, don't be stupid Beef me, you must be a doofus Slide 'round, drench up a human And then truth happens on music Get sent home like you're excluded In the station, you have to move clueless M-Sev already got booted The score's better to be muted Take mans grub, no stop and search Dip mans head, dip mans chest No sign of cross, no church We only smoke amm or flavours I don't wanna hear nuttin' 'bout mersh On the phone to my ex, see T-Triz Why have you gone way worse? I'm ashamed to beef these nerds Straight ring trap, straight ring trap Gotta buss it, money comes first We cop back then burst We skid round, they disperse They bun buj, we bun herbs I ain't Giggs but I straight murk They cut tru', they don't lurk I swear to God they don't learn [Hook: Narsty] Who's badder than we? 'Dem man are just neeks Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way) Like bro, order a King Group Or it might be a Addison Lee Gyallie on me Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek Who's badder than we? 'Dem man are just neeks Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way) Like bro, order a King Group Or it might be a Addison Lee Gyallie on me Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek [Verse 2: PS] Like everyone raps 'bout scores, that's fine I won't lose my temper, just 'member I rap 'bout truth, not lie (No lie) And how many yutes got bored? I was talkin' 'bout scores, when the scores was nine In Sam's whip with bandits Check news, who got bored this time? Man roll, no thought, just knife I'm tapped, iPhone Two darg, that's my zone Rhyme then rhyme then rhyme, that's my flow Might switch it darg, that's bi-poh No swimmin', mandem lie doe Niggas know PS, I'm on BS They know I'm that psycho Free RK, that's my bro Like who wants a problem? Hit Squad, yeah, we be on nonsense Come like Chicago, but it's London Big ting, gun lean, leave him unconscious Naughty, naughty Gyal get willy and horny Who's that? What's that shawty? Oh lordie Still get round there, get saucy, gory Hate me cause I'm facety But them niggas know that I'm on it 6 man up, we still twist man up We had niggas runnin' like Sonic What the fuck man I got tucked It ain't fitting into my pocket Big ting, lift him Leave him in the air Mary Poppins [Hook: Narsty] Who's badder than we? 'Dem man are just neeks Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way) Like bro order a King Group Or it might be a Addison Lee Gyallie on me Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek Who's badder than we? 'Dem man are just neeks Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way) Like bro order a King Group Or it might be a Addison Lee Gyallie on me Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek [Verse 3: Narsty] Three yutes still bang that work Gyalie on me wan' fuck and flirt 'Cause he dumb, we made history This bitch into me, she want hold mans worm We been play sports, catch me outside Go check the score Grab me a pack now I'm rackin' up and more Grab me a pack now I'm re'ing up more Like, she ask what I do I'm here with the crew I said that I'm workin' in Harrods 4 on 2 upon the garage Brown skin girl with a back like Nana's Most hated gang, you know where we hide (Zone 2) No we ain't got manners Dip man down on the mains Man don't give a fuck, man smile for the cameras Bro said that I'm way too hot Ain't been a year but the gang's been clocked But I'm still out misch and mashin' And ring ring trap trap, ring trap non-stop Might just grab me a ting from kway 'Cause I'm too nice for a Zone 2 thot Bro got things cooked up like the rock Bro bro said fuck opps, make gwop Road ting when I'm cuttin' through Brandon Out here do road with the mandem Free Skengface, Snoopy that's gangdem Izzy, home soon That's back to the zoo Can't wait til he's landin' Man's out here, no meds But your block's all dead got me doing up *** (Ching, ching) Like [Hook: Narsty] Who's badder than we? 'Dem man are just neeks Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way) Like bro, order a King Group Or it might be a Addison Lee Gyallie on me Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek Who's badder than we? 'Dem man are just neeks Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way) Like bro, order a King Group Or it might be a Addison Lee Gyallie on me Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek