Rude Kid - Gay J Snakey lyrics

[Intro] Oh my days You little batty Your tweets are gonna get you in trouble [Hook] You're not from Tottenham Don't know why man keep chatting about Tottenham And you ain't got no arsenal Talking guns but you ain't ever shot them You're not from Tottenham Don't know why man keep chatting about Tottenham And you ain't got no arsenal Talking guns but you ain't ever shot them [Verse 1] Thought that I missed the drop but I didn't AJ don't wanna war, I'll spin him But he's on the timeline giving it the bigging So I'm k**ing him and gonna bury Big Zuu with him And anybody else that wants it You ain't got a blade in your boxers You ain't got nuttin' but stains in your boxers You've never seen c**aine boxes But you wanna chat like you're some shooter Gay J Tracey Thinks he's bad when he's on the computer Ripping off Skepta's flow But you're never gonna be Junior In a clash, I'll never be the loser So I'm gonna put him in a body bag sooner None of your lyrics are factual But you wanan come and try diss me? 'Bout bag and an outfit casual That trapsuit cost you a pinky You must've been sniffing on the Whitney Who ga**ed up this spotty little pickney? Bun MTP I'll spin the whole of your team with nobody with me One man deep Big Zuu, you are just one fat chief You chat 'bout louder than Row D Fat boy's out of breath when he's shouting You and AJ watched Brokeback Mountain p**yholes, I really doubt that you're 'bout it If you are, then come Two against one, you will both get spun I'm 30, so they think they can murk me I'll spin a man like Jammz did Merky Man said that I'm washed How can I be washed when I flow this dirty? You're not from Trinidad You're from Turkey And them spots on your face They be looking like herpes You're a blatant fake Cause when you see me, you say "safe" to my face But then you wanna tweet some reckless sh** And delete it, I'm gonna put him in his place Could've been mates but you wanna be a snake Some man'll do anything for a break Seen man change when they get a bit of cake But name any place, I'll spin him in a state Say that I'm a cokehead, that's not true Said you're a shotta but that's not you My man's chatting 'bout "chef up the bomb ting" In real life, you do not shot food You're a uni student Got a blue tick, now you're moving stupid Think you're better? Then prove it You don't wanna clash, you'll lose it Got a little hype and it went to your head But you're my yout, get sent to your bed And when I saw you in Ministry You told me you never meant what you said That's gay Now look what you started I used to like your crew But now, I'm gonna put you in a casket [Outro] You snaky little spotty weasely fake little sh**ter All these times you've seen man, you never had nothing bad to say Every time you see me bread, bread, bread And then you wanna go on Twitter and chat some sh** And then delete it like a batty hole Well, this is what you get Let's see if you got bars But we know you ain't built like that You're probably going send Big Zuu But I'm ready for that fat sh** too