Teddy Music - Furby lyrics

[Verse 1: Gully Ghost] Yeah, I've got a grafter's mind, it's deep I get it from my father's side in beef I've never been half that guy Always full-on, I always pull on A n***a who ever steps past that line Get out your nine and I will get mine Look, fam, I don't ever waste time, I just blaze Send n***as to an early grave, then put it in my rhymes f** with me, get a bullet in your eye Get head off your beans while I'm getting high Shotting d**, that's how I get by f**ed up life, man, I'm tryna survive Mandem came in the game and died 365 or a nine on the grind Is your life like mine? Yeah, cause I love the roads daily, I Get threats on the roads, they don't scare me, I Came in the game and guys are tryna pair me up New to the roads, you're new to the area Come to the ends and that where it's scarier 'Nuff man [?] Like after Eskimo Dance at Watford Area Big 45 to your face is a b**h You're a son of a who*e, I'm a son of a gunman Son of a gangster, shots will blow I'll make you die slow like you're dying of cancer You will get the pump to your mouth like you man have got asthma Big 45 to your shoulder, cause you're a younger Shotgun slug to your older I'm on the roads and you're in a coma I'm on the roads with a twelve inch borer [Verse 2: Merky ACE] I'll crawl through the dog flap Make the gun clap, should've known better than that Roll with a team of barkers in black Thought you was safe in your west end flat? Out for the cheese like a mouse, not a rat Got an eight ball, see a cat, say catch Money upfront so pa** me the cash Cause I rock a fella just like Dame Dash He's strapped too, don't plan no attack Act up again, then the kid gets 'napped Held up for ransom something like Bash Can't call feds, phone already get smash Face get burnt when I'm squeezing the mash Aim for your upper lip and blow off your 'tache So show the team where you're keeping the stacks Lewisham rider, serious You can get your headtop filled with lead If you judge my team just by their appearance You can come through on your ga**ed up hype Say that there ain't nobody you're fearing You'll be a wasteman all your life like Kieron I'll let two slugs glide right near your ear and Screech, wheel spin, on point steering One, two, three, four brats put the gear in Shif, Gully, ACE, bare war in the clearing I'll bun a man's face for the cheese and squares So please don't act like you're hard of hearing When we ask you for the Ps and boxes Cause you'll get a deep facial tearing ACE, respect, it ain't caring [Verse 3: Kozzie] You're jokes, I should call you funny Back with a promo, I've got money And my diamonds look like carrots And my chain looks like Bugs Bunny I don't care for the grime scene haters Cause I know that my promo's stunning So on top of that, they're OGs If I call Ruger, you'll be running Scraps with a 2 2, quickly bun him MCs can't even call my name They know that booth state will be coming I've got the whole of the grime scene buzzing 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I'll done him Rush on bar, didn't see you Stood outside, did not come in You're jokes, I should call you a joker I'm the ace of the spades inna poker Nike hoodie and Air Force, no loafer Catch you with the burner, call it a toaster Right hand whack, slumped on the sofa Part of the mandem, never been a loner 64 bars all strapped in the folder Here we go again, I'm going on colder Bun it Trust me, I'm going on thuggish Dash the .38, don't think it's luggage Dem man are screaming eff South London Us man are screaming come, we bun him Forums loving my work right now Watch when my brand new promo's out That's gonna be the talk of the town [Verse 4: Ego] Look I know k**ers on a first-name basis From way back that wanna see me rich They'll pick up sticks, aim and bark Yeah, I'm doing home visits from light till dark For the light and dark, they'll bring the tape and chalk Man wanna think we ain't down to do this You must be smoking dust in your chalk Sit back, get ga**ed, all dark See me with Axel, [?] Couple unknowns that don't MC Still on lighting up stage and dance Serious shooters something like Rooney, Ronaldo and Drogba Ring off the skeng for the front door And still lick heads off, f** a show and dance Look, sipping on the finest 'gnac Ga**ed up off my South London [?] If it's on, I'll wash out your blood with Daz Can't get the stain out? Cloth's getting dashed No waste money, it's not a thing If my dargs miss you the first time I'll drop more P for [?] in a hearse My dargs bite, that's your life Look That's your blood all over the floor Mouth all ripped up something like Saw Man wanna talk sh** 'bout what he saw [?] it's all good till a man gets drawed [?] get bored Man wanna come here hyping to me RIP, left frozen, morgue [Verse 5: TKO] Uh Like [?] See me with the gloves or the mask Know that I'm looking to burst that starry up It gets nuts when I start barring I've been a skeng MC from morning And if man wanna step foot on my block Think you're hard before you're too far in Best think about it You should know that TK's about it You might have the skeng, I don't doubt it But the question is, will you shout it? Really, are you gonna bang, though? Talking hard like say your name's Rambo And if I draw my ting out 'ere Dun know, I'll clap that ish like a tambo' Look, TK, I'm old school Get don record me on Pro Tools Believe me when I say I am no fool Keep thinking that I have no tool Then I come back round, light him See me now, then I'm gone, lightning Family Tree, that is a strong team Dem man ain't matching the squad I'm in It gets nuts when I'm writing DJs wheel me up when I'm rhyming Hear these other little MCs biting Cause my bars are piff like the white ting You'll see me in the whip with a white ting Black ting, or maybe a lighty TK, I'm all about my P All day everyday, not fortnightly [Verse 6: Shifman] Yo, can't say I'm not on it Come to the set like what? Who's on it? Heard man ah man talking bare hard talk Came to the set and you weren't even on it You don't really want it with Shif, best long it Don't hype, prick Cause I will box man in the belly so hard that he vomits I bet you're pissed cause your girlfriend's on it Right now, I'm on it DJ's bringing up the next tune now So I'm gonna spit on it Might drop a 32 bar when I'm on it Going in hard, will sound sick on it I know couple man that carry some big man straps, rudeboy With the lasers on it Man wanna come here hyping to me I call up my bro for the ting, nose is longage Can't say I'm not on it Man's going on like he's bad, far from it Don't let me line up your jaw and bomb it Trust, you would've thought Tree was about The amount of people that were tryna say stop it Shifman, you're taking it far, so stop it Come on now, fam, it's a par, stop it Uh, stop it You can't manage Run up on set and I cause man damage Man wanna come here hyping to me Like the 45 can't turn man to a cabbage ACE has got a big shank and stabbage E-G-O's here too, it's a wrap Man said that he wants lyrical war with me Like man ah man won't get savage [Verse 7: MIK] Uh I call the shots like Fergie I've been around since Bergkamp, Zola Giggsy, York and watch me leave scars Dirty Straight from the earth, that's why man are dirty Gyal ah get wet, true say dem ah heard me Fling on the Jim, mi nuh wanna catch lergy Lergy If I catch lergy, man do a birdie Time is money like prepay, early 38 bang for your headtop, curly Curly Stuck in the East End something like Shirley Send man to the gates, dead, pearly I'm a mad dog, yeah, something like Bertie Bertie Gyal ah get mad, true say, man are flirty Calm down, man are big man, no thirty Presidential like 'Bama, worthy Worthy Slugs go through your temple, that's merky Normal, standard, man wanna hurt me Leave two holes in your tee, shirty Shirty Nine to your back, no Rooney, Drogba Spin around the corner, bullets are swervy Turn man to a soft toy, Furby