Say Less

They used to chat shit Now they say nada In the dance in a balaclava We smoke guava Hot like lava Adidas tracksuit Shoes by Prada I'm here all day and I'm here all night I like a thick girl with the cellulite What I sell you'll like And it gets me by Hit me up Just bell my line I won't tell you again I ain't here to make friends I'm here to drink two, two magnums and blem I'm here to rave Yeah, I'm here to bop Maybe mash up the mic Maybe mash up the spot Counting my guap Straight to the top It's a lot, it's a lot 'til you get dropped I'mma go stu and do what I do Making a tune with Bumpa, that's rude Art supplier Not arms dealer Drop bombs like Oppenheimer Man a top-class rhymer Here to China Vibes is nice, 'cos the vibes is higher Mystik inna flow state, so they rave Making P's off many brain wave 2-step four to the floor anyway Jus' gimme the mic and lemme spray Jus' gimme the mic and lemme slew London lingo Pass me the zoot You got a fat bunda, still What you gunna do? Gotta keep it real Told you once, won't tell you again In the mix and blend Like every weekend Galdem getting through no problemo She's a ten and her friend's ok doe Check, one check Two, one mic check Sb on the set Issa boom select Take control of the decks And we're getting respect Yep, it's coming direct And we keeping it checked (say less) We don't care about the heresy He say, she say Bullshit, nada Nah, what a palaver C'mon my G Tell me what are you after? Yeah, and we're doing it again Realest about it Don't have to pretend From the first time we ever said mix and blend Got weekdays feeling like the weekend! Che, yeah, best believe that still You know the deal, Yeah, you know the drill Soundboi kill it I want it, I get it They love when we spin it We done that We did it Hop on da riddim and it's armageddon Gun fingers go up, better arm ya bredrens Yo, soundboi up da levels Food comes in a bag, this ain't Marks & Spencer's They say they want more, say less Wheel ups on wheels ups and now I feel brain dead From come down to come up, this shit is outrages Let's talk about numbers, we ain't doing favours I'm a bassline killer, I'm a serial wobbla Mate gimme them quids, gimme them dollars They wanna test us, know that it's onsite Things were kinda peak, now they're kinda sick Lemme drown in it, not just have a sip She shaking her back like it's bada bing Time to stack some P's, so I gotta dip Woi!