Shotgun Hotline

The way I grab hold of mics you can tell that I'm a go getter You want to go bar for bar? You should know better Man I don't need to be told that the flows special Cos every time I rap I get a gold medal Fat boy rapping but it's not a fucking gimmick Hitting 7-0 in the Honda, whipping something siddick Your girl in my DMs, and she's fucking with it Cos from a distance my hair is looking, Muzzy Izzet Innit? Yeah the cards about to change hands New girl a sex worker but she makes bank Least I know my sex life is in safe hands Touched a titty, busted early, had to change pants Great, damn. Counting the matches you've dropped like, Rain. Man I be getting applause like when a, plane. Lands Everything that I have worked for is a, great. Plan Now wave hands Don't listen to the haters. Ever. You don't have to do anything you don't want Giz a bell Anytime! Yo! Can you hear my stomach rumble? Cos I'm starving Ay, saying RIP to Jack Charlton South Shields, the home where it all starts from Write for my community, like Dan Harmon Uh, can't tell me a fucking thing Flow sweeter than a tea with 5 sugars in Fox chain around my neck look like a fucking rink She's got a lot of arse, no brains, can't fucking think I'm that ignorant, I rap diligent Spitting on beats that sound like something Dilla sent My vocal chords my only sword when I go to war Cos I just use my voice as my instrument Hah, and it's loud If you're riding the wave, don't dismount Tryna keep grinding until we stick out And be more recognisable than this sound Ha ha Don't listen to the haters. Ever. You don't have to do anything you don't want Giz a bell Anytime! Ay!