Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Stress, artist - Skepta.
Date of issue: 17.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Stress |
AR15s in the back of the car and they come fully loaded |
Scope with the beam, got him down, wrap him in sheets |
My juice, yeah, you cannot believe |
Chop it down, fly it out, bring back the P’s |
Then we do the drive-by, drive-by |
Try drill by your team |
And see when them shots start fly-by, you coulda been seen |
I give you nightmares, wake up in some cold sweats (Ha) |
I just made a hundred in my sleep, it’s no stress |
I not see that girl no more, nah, that’s a old flex (Huh?) |
Walk onto the plane, I’m tryna fuck a hostess (Sexy) |
Keep some drillers 'round me, I ain’t takin' no checks (Greaze) |
Kill your bloodclart, tell a pussy «Don't test"(Brrt) |
We gon' catch you slipping, get the drop like oh, yes (Oh, yeah, yeah) |
Pull up, blow this smoke until there ain’t no smoke left (Greaze) |
I got too many bruddas, I might pull up in a Vito |
If I’m in the hood then I’m with Corz or I’m with Teeko |
I was out in Cuba speaking Spanish, un poquito |
Casablanca fit, these ladies call me sauveacito |
I love marijuana, in a week, I smoke a kilo |
With my model ting, she sniffin' A1 perico |
I’m that kind of criminal, spit some game to my PO |
This them rudeboy riddims, need to wheel it, need a reload (Goddamn) |
Oh, yes |
She the hostess with the mostest |
Big back one, come poke out the long dress |
Short skirt on, lookin' fine like a hot mess |
Don’t test me or none of my bruddas |
Hot plate and the knife slice like butter |
Catch me slippin', might draw my cutter |
That girl there can never be my lover |
Never meet my mother |
Tippy-toes, she givin' me that litty dome |
Been doin' this since this Motorola, 'member them flippy phones? |
I’m all about that cookie dough |
Speak Spanish, un poquito |
Smokin' cigars and I’m on the beach and sippin' a mojito (Them man are sleepin') |
I give you nightmares, wake up in some cold sweats (Ha) |
I just made a hundred in my sleep, it’s no stress |
I not see that girl no more, nah, that’s a old flex (Huh?) |
Walk onto the plane, I’m tryna fuck a hostess (Sexy) |
Keep some drillers 'round me, I ain’t takin' no checks (Greaze) |
Kill your bloodclart, tell a pussy «Don't test"(Brrt) |
We gon' catch you slipping, get the drop like oh, yes (Oh, yeah, yeah) |
Pull up, blow this smoke until there ain’t no smoke left (Greaze) |