Saskilla, Stormzy - Go Figga lyrics

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3, we live?
(yeah, yeah)
This is for all those people who
Said grime was gonna fail, hahahaha
(And it goes like this, yo
Man get killed by the
London posse #MERKY2017)

Thank-thank God that I woke up healthy
'Cause a don could've died in my sleep
But anyway, I'ma grind 'til I'm wealthy
Nothing ain't promised in the world
Man it's peak like the mount of Kilimanjaro
Know that I'm sharp, know that I'm hard
Know that I'm cold
Know that you're never gonna see
Man with a gas pipe
Know that I clocked this game
Know that I cocked his face
Next time I see him on stage at Eskimo Dance
I'ma reload him and his mates
But anyway fuck that
Ain't tryna sound violent young, black
British with a knack for them sirens
Them got stopped in a Vectra
Now I'm in the States and
I'm known like Skepta nigga

Go figga go figga
Go figga, I see bare fuckboys, no killers
Go figga go-go figga
Go figga, mans think that they're big
I'm bigger

I told Wiley wait on the album
I'm gonna shut down grime for the year
All these dons with their dibby-dibby songs
I really think their career
Did a couple features with a
Couple of the mandem
Yeah 15 there was spare
I was in the sticks tryna help with your
Gap between UK grime and American rap
One-one-forty BPM strapped to my back
In the strip club with a stack and a yat
Man was in studio teaching
Them one line flows
Our slang and a whole load of crap
They're like 'Sas, the grime shit crazy
The way that you skip on the beat
It amaze me'
I'm like 'Cool fam, man say nothing big
Grime when it weren't cool
Man say something so nigga'

Go figga go figga
Go figga, I see bare fuckboys, no killers
Go figga go-go figga
Go figga, mans think that they're big
I'm bigger

Nu Brand Flexx in this bitch
Nu Brand Flexx in this bitch
Man have got the pain in my
Veins so even on my deathbed
Know that I'm repping this shit
'til I'm buried in shit
Got your wifey up in my crib no hands
Straight spit while she's sucking my dick
Send her home full of cum
Make you suck on her clit
Give a lot of wasteman put
A ring on that bitch
Boom, back to the matter at hand
Who thinks they're badder than man
When I'm stacking them grands
I was in Napa and 'Dam way
Before likes on the 'Gram
I was the man, forty man rolling with man
And that's the fans, not the gang
The, tell me now what is the plan?
South on this, I don't give a damn

Go figga go figga
Go figga, I see bare fuckboys, no killers
Go figga go-go figga
Go figga, mans think that they're big
I'm bigger