Izzie Gibbs - Know Me From (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Statz] It's not just Stormzy that likes all kind of girls too I like ones with big bums and ones with nice hairdos When you holla girls on Facebook, they air you But when I'm online, I don't talk, they're like "how dare you?" But enough of that Stormzy flow It's not my fault your girl wanna call me loads It's just me being me, I'm that sort of bloke So deal with it, your girlfriend rang my doorbell Flew upstairs and got naked so I dealt with it I checked my fingers after and I told her "it's not that deep" But I smelt willing Ayo Zdot, this beat's hard, yana Girls say that my beats are hard, yana But when you bang, gyal are like "harder, bruv" "Are you gay? Cuh you ain't never hard enough" Got that big old co*k Your girl loves that, even with my ting on flop Make her eyes roll back when my ting in [?] But when it's you, she can't tell if it's in or not She got that Kim K backup but I'm not Kanye I play games with her like an arcade Driving about while she's giving me brain Swerving about while I'm in the fast lane I'm looking down, this gyal is insane Doing all this cause I got bars and a name I ain't even got no bats or a chain You call this a wife, how are you not ashamed? Who am I? Black boy with a bag of bars Life's alright but it's still with a bag of crumbs I draw wives in the dance and attack her fast I leave vaginas a mess like smashing gla** Check the flow, man pull it when I'm rapping fast When I'm on the set, touch mic, man are flabbergast Fans in the UK, supporters in Panama I'm not signed but I'm looking for a manager [Verse 2: Izzie Gibbs] I was sick of talk Couldn't care if Kanye was in the BRIT Awards These guys don't care about grime I'm next in line, why would I want bring a tour? Man need to listen more You was in your room tryna be Skepta, Wiley or Dizzee I was on the move, hopping out a Vectra Keeping it grizzy up top like I rep one-fiddy I'm a rascal, don't be dizzy Got hench parcels, yet man are skinny Your heart's half full, can't try with Izzie Box man in his lip, now he tries to be skippy Man are merky, word to Stormzy Paid to try score poor man dem a 40 Then I got locked and [?] Them city n***as move draws at 40 Before Izzie Gibbs, just a little sh** hitting licks For the pies like Wiley You've been taking risky trips to link a chick Head up between her thighs, that's grimy So so wrong, if your wifey's lonely, I've Got an extension in the jeans She ain't got hope in songs, she can hold that song You wanna try a new question please? Where do you know me from? Dem boy there beg for a reload, oh, you know that song? Hold on, get this P like there's hectic beef When man don't let sh** be I ain't poking wrong, I'll fold this don Send him to the holy one Bring rhymes so raw like Who are they rolling on? Put certain n***a in, f** your stony don You think it's all good cause you're [?] Me and my n***as are in the hood, gotta get paid fully Got the bobby and the boys that'll make man boogie Businessman on the crook of the hoodie, not no rookie Got the long wood, now your girl want nookie Can't play us, don Got plants in your flat? After we hit a lick, do the J Hus dance