Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Audacity, artist - Stormzy. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Audacity |
| It’s like |
| You niggas audacious |
| Hmm |
| Yeah |
| I roll out with no cash on me |
| Calm now with no mash on me |
| Stay away from these ashy youts |
| 'Fore they come around and get ash on me |
| That’s five thousand capacity |
| Five thousand capacity |
| Then spread that over the UK |
| And then add it up and get back to me |
| You pussios are not bad for me |
| Mad man, they go mad for me |
| Who the fuck went an' gassed you up |
| Like you’re good enough to be clashin' me? |
| Oh, please stop harrassin' me |
| Charge me up and put gas in me |
| Them likkle fish want to try ting |
| Oh, man, the audacity |
| I got girl in my inbox sendin' me eyes |
| Livin' on the edge 'til the end of our lives |
| Wolf in a sheepskin tellin' me lies |
| Sometimes I love when my enemy dies |
| Woo, so ahead of my time |
| Mainstream boy starts lettin' off lie |
| We can never, ever, ever level in price |
| Take that fee, and then treble it twice, yeah |
| The problem’s back, I got flows |
| Watch your back, I’m on smoke |
| Dodge the paps and do boat |
| My boys are maximum boast |
| Ain’t no time to bly man |
| Know my ting from here to Thailand |
| You man got that gun off my man |
| So you man got that gun on finance |
| Like what’s this rented skeng? |
| Buy your own |
| Use my pen to skeng-fry your dome |
| Want me to send for them, mind the throne |
| Cliché, rep your ends, die alone |
| Cliché, run your guns and die broke |
| I don’t buy in ones, I buy bulk |
| Yeah, go and bust your gun, I like smoke |
| Rude boy, mind ya lungs, you might choke |
| Like cough, cough, puff, puff, pass |
| You’re not tough or hard |
| They callin' me the virgin Mike |
| How the hell I bust so fast? |
| Rude boy, I came and shook my whole era |
| No cosigns for me and no carers |
| 2019 and I swear I’m goin' clearer |
| Jar full of dead MCs like Paul Bearer |
| I roll out with no cash on me |
| Calm now with no mash on me |
| Stay away from these ashy youts |
| 'Fore they come around and get ash on me |
| That’s five thousand capacity |
| Five thousand capacity |
| Then spread that over the UK |
| And then add it up and get back to me |
| You pussios are not bad for me |
| Mad man, they go mad for me |
| Who the fuck went an' gassed you up |
| Like you’re good enough to be clashin' me? |
| Oh, please stop harrassin' me |
| Charge me up and put gas in me |
| Them likkle fish want to try ting |
| Oh, man, the audacity (Turn) |
| Had to slang this 'caine, no Harry |
| Now my track suit says Balmain Paris (One) |
| Smoke on bro, no Cali |
| So you better stay well back, Danny (One) |
| Oh, now we got beef in the streets |
| And I thought it’d only be in my patty (Turn) |
| 'Cause I learned how to work this handy |
| Knowledge is power, ask Gandhi (Turn, turn, turn) |
| I was with the bro eatin' jollof at aunties |
| I told her I’m tryna be the best I can be (Turn, turn, turn) |
| Next day, I go end up on the opp block |
| Like who’s on me, Chale? |
| Come off the wing like Andros Townsend (Turn) |
| I bought her a new hanny and it cost four thousand (Turn, turn) |
| Kept it close, paigons wanna out me (Turn, turn, turn) |
| They want me in a box like chicken chow mein |
| I wonder why opps wanna try me |
| Why feds put me in court and trial me? |
| Bad B’s get bored and dial me |
| And ask when we’re goin' to the niz, I’m like, «Shall we?» |
| Laid back, but still rowdy |
| Same goons from throwback still 'round me (One) |
| Funny how my old tings still shout me (One) |
| Oh, 'low me |
| Roll out, it’s so casually |
| I’m poppin' up in cities randomly |
| London City or Birmingham |
| I just done a hundred through Canterbury (Turn) |
| No security, I could have a twenty in cash on me (Turn) |
| Trident can’t believe I’m lege |
| So they’re in the house like they’re Ali G (Turn, turn, turn) |
| I roll out with no cash on me |
| Calm now with no mash on me |
| Stay away from these ashy youts |
| 'Fore they come around and get ash on me |
| That’s five thousand capacity |
| Five thousand capacity |
| Then spread that over the UK |
| And then add it up and get back to me |
| You pussios are not bad for me |
| Mad man, they go mad for me |
| Who the fuck went an' gassed you up |
| Like you’re good enough to be clashin' me? |
| Oh, please stop harrassin' me |
| Charge me up and put gas in me |
| Them likkle fish want to try ting |
| Oh, man, the audacity |
| Oh man, the audacity |
| Oh man, the audacity |
| Oh, it’s a catastrophe |
| I changed the game drastically |
| Big Mike cut down Glastonbury (Big Mike) |
| Flashbacks from Glastonbury (Woo) |
| Love it when it all comes back to me (Yeah) |
| Telling lies, not facts on me |
| I roll out with no spesh on me |
| God’s son, this is flesh on me |
| Stay away from these paigon youts |
| Cah many men, they wish death on me |
| When Banksy put the vest on me |
| Felt like God was testin' me |
| When Banksy put the vest on me |
| Felt like God was testin' me |