Lyrics Worst - Skepta, Section Boyz

Worst

Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Diss me, that’s a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Diss me, that’s a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
I been up in the bits
Trapboy can’t go broke
They hollering for a fix
Manna' back in effect
Money, power, respect
Try man for a brick
Hit the rave then I flex
Fuck the word on the curb
I’ve been up in the game
Put a hole in a shirt
Man getting lit like a flame
On the strip, fuck a search
Grab a tool, put in work
Gyal a pop it and twerk
Still with gang on the lane
Doing road, skrr'
Do the road skrr'
See your hoe, I swerve
Tell 'em fuck what they heard
Do a show on your turf
Stepped in for the search
Man bagged with that bird
Six braps and then rr rr!
Man’s road, man’s curb
They clean man’s dirt
Girly giving man err
Out ere looking skrr'
Trackie un-der
If I touch her, she gon' squirt
When I lose, I come first
Try diss me, that’s a curse
Purple, smokin'
Mix the henny, make a potion
Hit the road on a madting
Cause up bare commotion
Ting, loaded
Catch us slugging, get folded
Bread, get Hovis
Run it up and just hold it
Dem man are informers
Dem man are some talkers
Over here we keep quiet
I ain’t heard or saw shit
About business, man important
Phone ringing, they calling
I’m whippin' up, put the fork in
'Til the dough reach enormous
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Diss me, that’s a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Diss me, that’s a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that
And the warlord come with the warlord chat
Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back
Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that
Gyal turn on people and try come back
Nah likkle yute, man it don’t work like that
Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that
Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that
I know you heard about us on the curb
If I said that I got bro then that’s my word
Wrist work, flexin' till it hurts
With the driver, whizzin' and skrr
Take a next step, put it in thirds
Call up, call up, in the corner, corner, they can hold no search
Top Boy, I’m cooler
When you see the name, gotta big it up first
Ain’t got one, can’t lift man skrr
Baby birth, then man lift off skirt
I see your girl chillin' man’s merc'
Section Season, fuck what you heard
There’s something that I think you should know
I been on the edge, man I beg you please don’t push me bro
See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes
You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls
I told 'em a million times
Us man are in control
Theresa knows Britain is mine
On the frontpage covered in gold
I tried to show man wah gwarn
See my man rubbing his nose
Now man have got life on track
Them man are still out there troubling hoes
Oh no
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Diss me, that’s a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My g’s are the worst
Diss me, that’s a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst