Lyrics UK Presents - Chillinit, Eyez, Nerve

UK Presents

Yeah, yeah, yeah, big up UK Presents
Australia to the fucking UK, stand up
Aye, Aye
Meet me in a backstreet boy
Nah, don’t sing, don’t dance, but the boys got bands like backstreet boy
I don’t got time for the backseat noise
I was shotgun riding with Izzy on repeat
From the city where the weed be
So damn strong got the walls start looking all 3D
I just smoked on a freebie
To count the money when the jacks try see me
I just want peace g
In a penthouse laid low, laid back trynna feel that sea breeze
I got the seaweed
Fuck you know bout the G steeze, none
Blow you a kiss like chasey
Bad little bitch, Malibu like stacey
Heart like Kevin but I feel all Spacey
So don’t chat man just like Tracy I Chapman lately
Cats to walk on me like a doormat
Don’t know why he thought that
Don’t know why he thought he could talk smack
Don’t know why he thought I don’t know where he lives but I write where his
doors at
Kick it so hard that the walls in the hallway fall back
Run up in a place, me and snort rat
Run up in the place, where the jaws get stored at
New block came from Kazakhstan but it’s not Borat
You think you can buff corn at me
?
You could buff corn at
Mate ye I dare that
Still hit the block in my air max
And I got weed, I’ll share that
I got Gunja, two and a ten
Got twos in a chest that I grew in the shed
Think that I’m done with S you is immense
This is what Aussie and UK Presents
Smash out bars like you old protection
Fraks got a big boy flow selection
Big boy choose, don’t know about you, don’t know your crew, don’t know your?
So don’t get gassed on a?
gassed on a?
slaps man I actually would
Fraks I’m the man with the goods
Yeah, bomb blessed let a man at his goods
I was on this when?
said cock back
Back then you were lying in your cot lad
All you rappers lying, best stop that
Back to back, I try you?
never won that
Facts are fact, say this fact I’m a leader
Facts are facts, see fraks smash up the feature
My fam don’t stand for disrespect
And me I don’t stand for it neither
Bad mind, bad mind
Not gonna say my mind is bad
But I remix dime cos I like its swag
So for burning this grime Imma fly this flag
And I might book a flight with a night tip bag
Now I watching a man go with my eyes
I hope the pilot don’t kamikaze the flight
Cos I got a flight path to Dubai
And I pause my weed plant, I’m the koala
Could’ve fought top the four and cause drama
Haha, say nada, straight gaza
At least I landed in Melbourne with my marijuana
I got my lout pack I take your girlfriend outback and wake up the neighbours
Everybody needs good friends, so i’m trynna make new ones in a?
with an asian
I make beats and I flex
They say take a breather, at least I can sleep when I’m dead
Yeah they try beef on a reg
But I ain’t got time for a geezer, to me your a pest
Why you trynna be with the best son you ain’t even got enough cheese for a bed
You ain’t even got enough heat in your pen
Bring your dreams to an end when he hits the set I be in effect
N E R V E you know me I be sick to death
Catch me on ya TV, get set like MTV or be in the flesh
Yeah, I’m keeping them fex
Cats get stressed on my steeze but I ain’t even checked deathsets so they catch
the priest while I check in chess, guess whos next
I’m back from holiday you know I got a little tan
You could never come and try take me for little man
Swig man with the big hands, civil man
Tell the man sheet for the man, little man
I make him pay part for the?
to the top
No?
I wonka at the little man
Man I pull it in your girl that hold it iggle man
Pull it in your wife at your sight, nigga damn
Nigga please help me telly the views
Got man talking like the g’s but I know that they needs
They wanna build a team, they ain’t ready for me
See you run up in the gym got you puttin to sleep
Ah, Fam I’m seeking till the game is asleep
Man I been the leader, all the man dead sheep
Little smart cards can’t rap for the jeeps
?
bitch imma handle the beat
Guess again that’s incorrect, disrespect, this head better think again
Been the best and I link with the kings of it
Come together and send like infrared, Oi
Guess again who’s king of the west
Gimme a second on a rhythm and I spit em again
Dickhead miss me with an indirect
Terrible emcee’s get ripped to shreds
Prove a point with this pen and page
Paint a picture, this pile’s popping
Post a pic see your pockets piling
But you pontious pilot
Your pro’s are profit
I ain’t fuckin with no impostors
Peek-a-boo, we approach a problem, took a pikachu
But you ain’t got to be, oh cmon you more Pocahontas
See my lurk and get him
Man might roll up skrrt and skidding
Don’t really care who workin with him
Told man straight up birth that sittn
Dot, dot, dare in the sad, little bag broke so a little Dan car it won’t fit in
Nowadays everyone like, shit, nowdays everyone snitchin
What, told that man I don’t play that
Don’t talk shit car man I might spray that
Just got a batch of gaga, might whip that shit like a maybach
Roll up tell a man stay back
Roll up what, might pull a man’s face back
Leave that phone at home cos the police really wanna trace that
Guess who’s back, gonna laugh in the place, shit’s like a news flash
Silly in the set, they like 'yo who’s that' might hit em up quick like my names
2Pac
You don’t wanna clash brah your too trash
Imma bud you with that whole crew lad
Got of the z till I get two bands, not in it for the money here to make you mad
Did I, make you mad did I, make you mad, and I’ll spit one lyric that’ll,
make you mad
No jokes, no gimmicks did I, make you mad, go cry to your mum gonna make you sad
Yeah, yeah, make you mad, I’ll spit one lyric that’ll, make you mad
No jokes, no gimmicks did I make you mad, can’t handle the?
cos the point too
bad
Little man that’s a man bag on your hip
That’s not a bag on your wrist
Still kicking ball, got a bag of assists?
when I rap its a gift
You should turn man to a gif and caption it this
Left to the young and the handsome are rich when they’re back in this bitch
Swear down on the man in the myth
Man I roll joints like ankle and wrist
Have a sample of this
Nobody knows me to?
for this
Man talk shit, I ain’t standing for it
Come for the queens, said that’s a stamp for a brit
Fam you’re a prick
Middle sea man in the back of the whip
Minus to me your a gram to a brit
Hold shit down man I anchor the ship
Kam dog know how to handle my shit
Sharpest tool in the box, bench mark, more like the sharpening block
Sharpest fool in the flock, flex in the hench bars, still heart in the lock
Don’t park in my spot, might spark me off, and I’m gonna leave hear with your
Bagari?
watch
Wall last round me half a oz, strike you down, send you off, half a box
A K the cost to be the boss, can’t afford a war, bout to take a loss
Talk with 4 straws, place off, never get played on game lock
Jesus, peace, the new high score
I saw for the score, you all applaud
Of course I’m a torch an he dance to the floor
And I scorch and I blast, cars on all four
Hell around me, heaven above me, and only my family love me, that’s raw
Mad jack call like the family name, even my nan goes to get claw
Mad jack smile and my face in bread but man I got energies they can’t
connoisseur
Laugh for them tracks stealin my vibes
But I won over the teachers like claws
Don’t know what them, they never over there
But I’m out here, I’m trynna get these bags for the bores
If you play this I don’t do roll call, I’m tacking the post code to make man
blow
A lot of emcee’s dissappear a year, I guess they were never that skilled
I just work in pattern, I build
With no label manageable deal
UK Presents
Big up UK Presents
This is what Aussie and UK Presents