Look Out Lyrics By Skepta
Yeah, don't know
Giggs, Skeps
Browse it, Boom Productions
SN1, Boy Better Know
Look out, you bastards
SN1 on my tee again
My black trousers D&G again
Looking like a G again
That's right, it's me again
My big .45's got a flea in 'em
Think I've only got one Mac, got three of 'em
Then you won't see me again
Time to get the white in in the B again
Just got some high grades from Vesra
I'm a real G, so I got a little extra
I like hot girls 'cause I'm extra
Thought about my lighty then I text her
Impressed her, thinks I'm on shit
'Cause I'm doing it with Skepta
Take off your whole head top
Hannibal Lecter
Black director shoot up shit
Then I cut in the Vectra
Orange bud weed looking nectar
Strap a big boy spiff sorta nester
Had to breeze up to Chester
Got a new flake link, got a tester
Ohh, potent white girl, so I pressed her
Hugh Hefner pitch **** like Scarface did Hector
Breeze in there like car chase with feds, cuh
It's looking like them Jakes wanna get us
I'm the best 'cause I ain't in the rap game, we're the best, bruv
We got the best slugs, so come against us
This is the hard shit
Makes you want to lick out a cartridge
Look out, you bastards
We push out the hard shit
This is the hard shit
Makes you want to lick out a cartridge
Look out, you bastards
We push out the hard shit
Yo, this might sound a bit cheeky
But I don't even try if I'ma make it look easy
Naturally greasy
Me and Giggs run up and take all the gold coins
Like Mario and Luigi
If you wanna say something, say it when you see me
Don't phone me, save your credit
'Cause if you can't tell me what happens after you die
I don't want to hear it
You ain't half a gangster, nowhere near it
Meridian, that's my murdering force
Giggs beat the skeng in South, I heard it in North
They hate me, got Boy Better Know t-shirts
And SN1 wear for the whole world to endorse
Course, North's up in this bitch
I don't know what you heard, but you can't take the piss
If you saw what the kick back done to my wrist
You would have never put my name on your murder list
Fam, if you interrupt the vibe that I'm in
Then I ride, ride, ride with my team
So, fuck them ****
Every day I'm surrounded by killers
Like I was on a lifers wing
See, I'm a cool brother with a heart of the wickedest
Violate me, I squeeze this till it finishes
Then I switch clips like Hollow Man switches chicks
Rinse the machine like Boom Bye, Bye
I call that Buju Banton
Light up your head like a lantern
Boy Better Know, standard
Look out, that's the anthem
Ask all the mandem
Out here in the grime scene, I'm the champion
Until I get a mansion
I'ma keep murdering spitters at random
This is the hard shit
Makes you want to lick out a cartridge
Look out, you bastards
We push out the hard shit
This is the hard shit
Makes you want to lick out a cartridge
Look out, you bastards
We push out the hard shit
What they gonna say now?
How can you have a hit yet?
Two BET nominees on one track
We can write at home
But we want to write in the studio and make it look good
You get me
SN1, Boy Better Know, you can't know
Skepta doesn't even write
I told you before
Skepta, we believe it 'cause
