Lyrics Chief - Yizzy

Chief

Shut your mouth, you chief
You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
Get your wig split suttin' like chief
Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
What?
What?
What’d you know about that one, chief?
So I said bun that don’t rate highly
Thundercat, no word of a
Man ah flick up the suttin' like Sword of Omens
For anybody that say I ain’t hard (Yeah!)
Oh my god (Yeah!), I got parred (Wah?)
Lies, never get parred in the dance (Yeah!)
I don’t wanna hear no chat 'bout hard
When your boy dem are bitch like female darg
Darg, can’t call man darg
Bun all the chat, manaman a get scarred (Yeah!)
Boy, I’ll make ya say hi to the lord (What?)
Dem boy likkle man will never be hard (Yo)
Boy better know my manaman are so solid
You don’t really wanna roll deep for the war (Trust!)
My mandem are nasty
You will get sha-la-lank inna war like
Oooh, oooh
I’m dirtee like Double E said (Yeah)
Jumpin' around like Jammer on sets (What?)
Swing my 'ead like man have got dreads (Trust)
Sideman, you’re the bad bit of bread (Yeah!)
Said you’re alive but you’re actually dead
Tek man’s phone, come from the set
Your wifey’s tryna drop me a text, you chief
Shut your mouth, you chief
You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
Get your wig split suttin' like chief
Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
What?
What?
What’d you know about that one, chief?
What you know about that one?
Pull up on a mad one, just like SafOne
When I’m writing a bar, it’s a mad one (Trust)
When you’re writing a bar, it’s a crap one (Dead)
Wheel up?
Nah, you ain’t ever had one (No!)
I make tunes for the next gen, mad one
You make tunes when your girlfriend leaves you
And you can’t get no gyal, sad one (Trust)
Ain’t got no time for the haters
Last month, I was in two papers (Trust)
If you saw the smile on my marjay’s face
Then maybe you would understand
Why I’ll lick down anybody tryna stop greatness
What’s the update?
What’s the status?
They say don’t listen to the haters
And I tell 'em that I’m okay like Gracious
Yeah, you know it’s a Lewisham ting
When I touch mic, Lewisham ting (What?)
If a man’s talking South East London
And he says grime, it’s a Lewisham ting (You know the ting)
What about-?
Nah, Lewisham ting (Yeah!)
Hold up, bun dat, Lewisham thing (What?)
I’ve got bruddas all over the map
But when I rep ends it’s a Lewisham ting, you chief
Shut your mouth, you chief
You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
Get your wig split suttin' like chief
Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
What?
What?
What’d you know about that one, chief?
Shut your mouth, you chief
You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
Your mandem are chief
Auntie are chief
Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
What?
What?
What’d you know about that one, chief?
Shut your mouth, you chief
You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
Get your wig split suttin' like chief
Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
What?
What?
What’d you know about that one, chief?
Shut your mouth, you chief
You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
Get your wig split suttin' like chief
Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
What?
What?
What’d you know about that one, chief?