Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trackerz , by - The HeavyTrackerz. Release date: 16.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trackerz |
| Oh my word, Budebutbut |
| Super dupe OOOH OOOH |
| Dirtee T, that’s me me |
| Budebutbut Super dupe OOOH OOOH |
| Dirtee T, that’s me me |
| It goes ca' blood |
| You don’t want to war with who-who? |
| You don’t want to war with me me |
| It’s the Footsie and D |
| Back-to-back we’re just too grimey |
| You don’t want to war with who-who? |
| You don’t want to war with me me |
| It’s the Footsie and D |
| Back-to-back we’re just too grimey |
| Said he was badman, said he was a G |
| Said he was a badman, said he was a G |
| Said he knew Blacks and he said he knew P |
| But I didn’t know him, neither did he |
| Going round telling man he’s an OG |
| Didn’t know Jendor, didn’t know Dee |
| Didn’t Stormer, didn’t know Desper |
| Didn’t know Ruger or N. E |
| Big black Ghana man come to lock up the dance and move to your girlfriend |
| I bun a big zoot when the world ends |
| Nobody don’t move 'til I tell them |
| One time for my goons up in Feltham |
| Tell her if you’re down for the crew then you’re welcome |
| Told man it’s a move to your girl ting |
| It’s an every man for themselves thing |
| Daydreaming I was puffing on some ace |
| Hit my base pen, now I’m fully on my way |
| Bouncers try tell man I must behave |
| Fuck that, man can’t fuck with the base! |
| Henny in my belly got me merry feeling heavy |
| Black labour boy, I be on my strip like I’m Miliband |
| Smoking on that neckle, Jesus! |
| Very dank! |
| BDL! |
| (Base Defense League!) |
| Where’s the henny at? |
| It’s Michael, Big Mikey |
| I know Skepta, I know Wiley |
| I do features, I get grimey |
| I like brownings, I like lighties |
| I like watches, I get icey |
| They’re imposters, they’re not like me |
| They’re wotless, come try me |
| Like why would you even want to fight me? |
| Dickhead! |
| W-what? |
| What did he say? |
| Stormzy, tell me, what did he say? |
| Thinking he’s hard, I’ll lift up my top |
| Put the ting in your face like what did he say? |
| I said hold on cuz! |
| What did he say? |
| Somebody tell me, what did he say? |
| Thinking he’s hard, I’ll lift up my top |
| Put the ting in your face like |
| I’m bidibidibidibidi bad and you know this |
| When I go round everybody takes notice |
| I’m bidibidibidibidi bad and you know |
| When I come around everybody takes note |
| I’m bidibidibidibidi bad and you know this |
| When I go round everybody takes notice |
| I’m bidibidibidibidi bad and you know |
| When I come around everybody takes note |
| Come to the show, drop bars and your wife drop her panties |
| Playing up front for my team too cold, I’m Andy |
| I spot a mover, I want to hit that first like my sister’s brandy |
| Fed’s on all of my social networks stay saying a nigga’s too anti |
| Chicks want to get with me |
| But I can’t bond I ain’t James, I’m Jimmy |
| Rolling with a nice top boy like Kano |
| But on a lot think I’m Dizzee |
| I’m far from clean, still shot green to your aunt Maureen |
| Remember when I couldn’t get heard or seen |
| Now I wake up and go live my dream |
| Listen my nigga: me na ramp, me na cater |
| Only care for my niggas from the estater |
| If you’re not from there, I’ll see you later |
| Hater, I’m smacking up imitators |
| You don’t want beef with the fuckers, nutters |
| Face-to-face man stutters |
| See we come to the place chinchillas on tugz |
| And everybody in the place jumpers |
| Street running your house and put one in your mouth |
| About running and chatting about coming to south |
| Me and my niggers on beef more than a crown |
| I’m running your house you better get down |
| You don’t want a hole six deep in the ground |
| I’m back, Desperado dressed in black strapped with a Mac |