P Money - SiansStudio lyrics
[P Money - SiansStudio lyrics]
Yeah, okay sent out to Big Narstie, familia
Sent out to my OGs yeah
Sent out to the Sidemen gang uh, okay
Uh, you be get' yourself a
Coco when I poke in you're boasting
We can fight but the Dojo is a no no
I'm a road bro so-so it's a road ting
I can fight on my solo because I'm so cold
I could blow like the that I'm holding
Yo, man wanna clash me
Man better fill up their tank cause
It's a long one way road
Shout out Skepta man, 's on the map
Hashtag Bugzy Malone
I bet you didn't get it
I'll spit it out slow
You breddas put me in my John Wayne zone
Got me out here looking for a man on my own
Konan saw him walking the long way home
Top boy now, I crept in as a yungen
Down with the flows, I've got dozens
Got a bloodline full of bosses and presidents
Christening's full of some certified cousins
Love this baby, that wasn't even planned
More reason to not rate my dad
Locked into Grime Time Radio 1
I don't wanna hear how you missed our jam
Love and vibes, maximum jokes
Back in the UK man know I don't smoke
But when I'm stressed I go 'Dam with grinder
Fresh trim plus weed and roach
Sittin' in The Square with a zoot in the ear
One finished, put another one to the lips
Airing your phone calls but I'm on my emails
Chatting to accepting gigs
I ain't a smoker, I said I get dizzy
You can find this boy in the corner, lick
Man ain't no turn off your camera
Before you get a big, nasty one in your lip
No lay lay whenever I get vexed
One guy tried it back in Stratford wrecks
But, you know what happened next
Buh buh bang sound effects
Man, don't try it with me, it's long cause
I'll beat up you and bonkers
Watch man stutter when I
Bring out the conkers
They ain't seen a real one
Like this in yonkers
Anyway, back to the tour life G
Dynamite for those that wanna envy
Hotel room, right next to my DJ, he's
Knocked on the door "Yo J, it's M-E"
It's like everybody's tryna get P
Now the boydem's tryna target me
I can't even chill at my bredrin's yard
I got a text saying feds just stormed Z's
Mad, slap pay attention, oi
They're really out here tryna section boys
I've been road since Charizard and Blastoise
Uh, every year I get hotter
To book me, there's gotta be a comma
Not pay who, why would you bother
Tomorrow's headlines, shotty horror
Pap pap turn man into meatloaf
Get my Drake on, make you a Meek joke
I said bro, nobody taught me
Paranoid introducing my girl like this boy
Better not know my shorty
Just cause I'm with a jams
Don't think man's jamming
Man's not jamming, constant planning
Know your limit's when you ask for a tanning
Cause, I am the max, who the hell's Branning
You're still tryna beg it
You lot are fanning acting like you lot are
Snatching jewellery, white, rose gold
Didn't matter, anything goes where I go bro
No evidence, too dark for the photo
No love for Juliette but I knew, oh no
Man was getting buttered left with a
I took a right turn then I got a flow bro
Became paranoid, tried everything
Said I weren't getting no bro
It felt like the keeper
Was moving the goalpost
Spending my money, going broke in slow-mo
Then I done a mixtape
Two years ahead now, found my mojo
Thinking how can I get to the next level
I don't know bro
Sent out to my OGs yeah
Sent out to the Sidemen gang uh, okay
Uh, you be get' yourself a
Coco when I poke in you're boasting
We can fight but the Dojo is a no no
I'm a road bro so-so it's a road ting
I can fight on my solo because I'm so cold
I could blow like the that I'm holding
Yo, man wanna clash me
Man better fill up their tank cause
It's a long one way road
Shout out Skepta man, 's on the map
Hashtag Bugzy Malone
I bet you didn't get it
I'll spit it out slow
You breddas put me in my John Wayne zone
Got me out here looking for a man on my own
Konan saw him walking the long way home
Top boy now, I crept in as a yungen
Down with the flows, I've got dozens
Got a bloodline full of bosses and presidents
Christening's full of some certified cousins
Love this baby, that wasn't even planned
More reason to not rate my dad
Locked into Grime Time Radio 1
I don't wanna hear how you missed our jam
Love and vibes, maximum jokes
Back in the UK man know I don't smoke
But when I'm stressed I go 'Dam with grinder
Fresh trim plus weed and roach
Sittin' in The Square with a zoot in the ear
One finished, put another one to the lips
Airing your phone calls but I'm on my emails
Chatting to accepting gigs
I ain't a smoker, I said I get dizzy
You can find this boy in the corner, lick
Man ain't no turn off your camera
Before you get a big, nasty one in your lip
No lay lay whenever I get vexed
One guy tried it back in Stratford wrecks
But, you know what happened next
Buh buh bang sound effects
Man, don't try it with me, it's long cause
I'll beat up you and bonkers
Watch man stutter when I
Bring out the conkers
They ain't seen a real one
Like this in yonkers
Anyway, back to the tour life G
Dynamite for those that wanna envy
Hotel room, right next to my DJ, he's
Knocked on the door "Yo J, it's M-E"
It's like everybody's tryna get P
Now the boydem's tryna target me
I can't even chill at my bredrin's yard
I got a text saying feds just stormed Z's
Mad, slap pay attention, oi
They're really out here tryna section boys
I've been road since Charizard and Blastoise
Uh, every year I get hotter
To book me, there's gotta be a comma
Not pay who, why would you bother
Tomorrow's headlines, shotty horror
Pap pap turn man into meatloaf
Get my Drake on, make you a Meek joke
I said bro, nobody taught me
Paranoid introducing my girl like this boy
Better not know my shorty
Just cause I'm with a jams
Don't think man's jamming
Man's not jamming, constant planning
Know your limit's when you ask for a tanning
Cause, I am the max, who the hell's Branning
You're still tryna beg it
You lot are fanning acting like you lot are
Snatching jewellery, white, rose gold
Didn't matter, anything goes where I go bro
No evidence, too dark for the photo
No love for Juliette but I knew, oh no
Man was getting buttered left with a
I took a right turn then I got a flow bro
Became paranoid, tried everything
Said I weren't getting no bro
It felt like the keeper
Was moving the goalpost
Spending my money, going broke in slow-mo
Then I done a mixtape
Two years ahead now, found my mojo
Thinking how can I get to the next level
I don't know bro