Lyrics Know What It Is - Merky Ace, Splurt Diablo

Know What It Is

Yeah, yeah, yeah, know what it is
FT, man know what it is
Get thumped in the mouth, you’ll be holding a lip
And if that’s not enough, get the whole of the clip
Fuck holding your ribs
Shell a pagan’s headback, leave him ghosting
Make him shake, that’s the wickedest shit
Make him froth at the mouth and shit
Out and about
Can’t educate Merky about dirt
Twelve till six I be putting in work
Trap all night doing shifts with Splurt
Six till twelve, that’s trap all day
Bally on my face, that’s bedtime, mate
But know what it is when you see my face
Curl up, scar up, long time pain
They’ll never breathe if you test my aim
Have a man living in a photo frame
Was a good yout, it’s a real big shame
Can’t control these thoughts in my brain
Drive round town from day to the night
That’s how I maintain my way
Ride on pricks from night to the day
Ain’t tryna get locked by the jakes
Lay low, doors locked off ends in a tinted vehicle
Parked up in a rich white estate
I ain’t really tryna go and support the seat back
Man, I just get brain
Bunning on the amnesia and I’m telling you now
That batch was great
Playing games on the iPhone
While I’m listening to Juicy J
Know what it is
FT, man know what it is
Merky ACE, know what it is
When I say it on the intro, you know what it is
Know what it is
FT, man know what it is
Merky ACE, know what it is
When I say it on the intro, you know what it is
I’m a next kettle of fish
I’m not the guy that you wanna fuck with
Fuck a war dub, meet me on the strip
Show me the skengman bars that you spit
You ain’t got one, you just fib
And you can’t even get one, your family’s a myth
I’m so FT, I was born inna dis
It’s in my genes to be
Know a few white men, we do business
Grime scene knows me cause I do big hits
In the ends where the crackhead piercing their lips
And the smackhead don’t feed their kids
Come to the bits, yeah, yeah, yeah
And get set up by the lookout kid
Real life, this ain’t a movie script
Pay-as-you-go, then dash that chip
I’m a next type of guy
I’m that guy that you want on your side
When the beef kicks off, when the slugs all fly
Man know what it is when I let that sky
Fuck an eyepatch, if I hit you in the eye
Know what it is, you will turn duppy
I bet you thought I was gonna say die
Think it’s a bar till your head gets fried
Feel deep when I haffi mek marjays cry
I’d rather break bread than dissect pie
Keep a low profile, I always try
But the four fizz loud, swear down, no lie
Dem man are from ends but they’re not like I
Dem man dere are batty boys on the sly
The FT CD’s a serious hype
Your CD was shite, man already know
Know what it is
FT, man know what it is
Merky ACE, know what it is
When I say it on the intro, you know what it is
Know what it is
FT, man know what it is
Merky ACE, know what it is
When I say it on the intro, you know what it is