Skepta, Giggs - Look Out lyrics

Yeah, dun knowgiggs, Skeps
Browse it, Boom Productions
SN1, Boy Better Know
Ahh, look out you bastardshaha

SN1 on my tee again
My black trousers D&G again
Looking like a G again
That's right it's me again
My big 45's gotta flea in 'em
Think I've only got one Mac, got three of 'em
Then you won't see me again
Time to get the white in and the B again
Just got some high grade from Vesra
I'm a real G so I gotta little extra
I like hot girls cause I'm extra
Thought about my lighty then I text her
Impressed her, thinks I'm on shit cause I'm
Doing it with Skepta
Take off your whole head top, Hannibal Lecter
Black director
Shoot up shit then I cut in the Vectra
Orange bud weed lookin' nectar
Strap a big boy spliff sotum nester
Had to breeze up to Chester
Got a new flake link, gotta tester
Ooohhpotent white girl, so I pressed her
Hugh Hefner
Pitch niggas like Scarface did Hector
Breeze in there like car chase with feds cah
It's looking like them Jakes wanna get us
I'm the best cause out 'ere in the rap game
Got the best buds
We got the best slugs, so come against us
This is the hard shit
Makes you wanna lick out a cartridge
Look out you bastards
We push out the hard shit
This is the hard shit (Yo)
Makes you wanna lick out a cartridge
Look out you bastards (Skepta, Giggs)
We push out the hard shit

Now this might sound a bit cheeky but I don't
Even try fam I make it look easy
Naturally greazy
Me and Giggs run up and take all
The gold coins like Mario and Luigi
You wanna say something
Say it when you see me
Don't phone me, save your credit
'Cause if you can't tell me
What happens after you die
I don't wanna hear it
You ain't half a gangster, nowhere near it
Meridian, that's my murdering force
Giggs beat the skeng in South
I heard it in North
They hate we got Boy Better Know t-shirts and
SN1 wear for the whole world to endorse
'course north's up in this bitch
I don't know what you heard but
You can't take the piss
If you saw what the kick
Back done to my wrist
You would have never put my
Name on your murder list
Fam if you interrupt the vibe that
I'm in then I ride, ride, ride with my ting
So fuck them niggas, everyday
I'm surrounded by killers
Like I was on a lifers wing
See I'm a cool brudda with
A heart of the wickedest
Violate me I squeeze this, 'til it finishes
Then I switch clips like
Hollowman switches chicks
Rinse the machine like boom bye, bye
I call that Buju Banton
Light up your head like a lantern
Boy Better Know, standard
'Look Out', that's the anthem
Ask all the mandem
Out here in the grime scene I'm a champion
Until I get a mansion
I'ma keep murdering spitters at random
This is the hard shit
Makes you wanna lick out a cartridge
Look out you bastards
We push out the hard shit
This is the hard shit
Makes you wanna lick out a cartridge
Look out you bastards
We push out the hard shit

Haha, what they gonna say now?
How can you have a hit yet?
2 BET nominees on one track
We can write at home
But we wanna write in the studio
And make it look good
SN1, Boy Better Know, you dun know
Skepta doesn't even write
Giggs! I told you before
Skepta, we believe it cuz