Stormzy - 0 to 100 lyrics
[Stormzy - 0 to 100 lyrics]
Fuck your bandana, we don't see no colours
I want a holiday
I tell her "pack your luggage"
They're like "Stormz
Why you only doing covers?"
I'm sitting on some bangers
You can go and suck your mothers
But for now I might just take a
Little tune and then I kill it
We're just warming up
I swear it's been a minute
We got the EP coming soon
We're almost finish
I just dash my boy a draw
And tell him bill it, oh Lord
I'm the one to get it popping
I just phoned my brother Flipz
We're going shopping
Another rapper's talking shit
I need a coffin
And we don't care about your tape
Or when it's dropping nigga, oh shit
Promoter's on the phone
He's got a booking for me
I've got pagans on my phone
They say they're looking for me
Got your girlfriend on my phone
She got some pussy for me
I give my little bro the mash and
Make him cook it for me
All this talking's gonna get a
Nigga into beef shit
I'm on my little Bonkaz murder mile heat shit
They're talking reccy bout them
Niggas haven't seen shit
I've seen em turn from gangstas
Into pussies, nigga, real quick, real quick
Real quick, run Stormz, run Stormz
Please Stormz, that nigga's got a gun, Stormz
They love Stormz, so if that nigga bun Stormz
They'll come for him
You can put that on my unborn
This is the come-up
You're talking dough but you can't
Even bring your son up
They always miss but they just
Love the fancy run-up
Selfies with my bitch, we're taking pics
She's looking tun up and yeah man
I've gotta put em on my
Brothers waiting for me
I just had a meeting with the man
He told me play it from me
I ain't even saying nuttin'
Please just keep on praying for me
Still a couple niggas that still got
A couple favours from me
But we're gonna cash em all
In when we need it
Heard your songs, they're kind of wet, yeah
I don't feel it
They couldn't say it to my face
They have to tweet it
Still thinking why they got me on the remix
That's some other shit you wanted more
I dropped the second quarter for him
If he needs it then I've got it, yeah
I'll sort it for him yeah, we're humble
You won't ever know I bought it for him
That brudda's thirsty
Can we please just get some water for him?
One litre, two litres, three litres, man
He's thirsty
Couple man on road are in their thirties
My brother stabbed me in my back
He done me dirty
And if I'm down, my brudda might reimburse me
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit, yeah
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit, yeah merky
I want a holiday
I tell her "pack your luggage"
They're like "Stormz
Why you only doing covers?"
I'm sitting on some bangers
You can go and suck your mothers
But for now I might just take a
Little tune and then I kill it
We're just warming up
I swear it's been a minute
We got the EP coming soon
We're almost finish
I just dash my boy a draw
And tell him bill it, oh Lord
I'm the one to get it popping
I just phoned my brother Flipz
We're going shopping
Another rapper's talking shit
I need a coffin
And we don't care about your tape
Or when it's dropping nigga, oh shit
Promoter's on the phone
He's got a booking for me
I've got pagans on my phone
They say they're looking for me
Got your girlfriend on my phone
She got some pussy for me
I give my little bro the mash and
Make him cook it for me
All this talking's gonna get a
Nigga into beef shit
I'm on my little Bonkaz murder mile heat shit
They're talking reccy bout them
Niggas haven't seen shit
I've seen em turn from gangstas
Into pussies, nigga, real quick, real quick
Real quick, run Stormz, run Stormz
Please Stormz, that nigga's got a gun, Stormz
They love Stormz, so if that nigga bun Stormz
They'll come for him
You can put that on my unborn
This is the come-up
You're talking dough but you can't
Even bring your son up
They always miss but they just
Love the fancy run-up
Selfies with my bitch, we're taking pics
She's looking tun up and yeah man
I've gotta put em on my
Brothers waiting for me
I just had a meeting with the man
He told me play it from me
I ain't even saying nuttin'
Please just keep on praying for me
Still a couple niggas that still got
A couple favours from me
But we're gonna cash em all
In when we need it
Heard your songs, they're kind of wet, yeah
I don't feel it
They couldn't say it to my face
They have to tweet it
Still thinking why they got me on the remix
That's some other shit you wanted more
I dropped the second quarter for him
If he needs it then I've got it, yeah
I'll sort it for him yeah, we're humble
You won't ever know I bought it for him
That brudda's thirsty
Can we please just get some water for him?
One litre, two litres, three litres, man
He's thirsty
Couple man on road are in their thirties
My brother stabbed me in my back
He done me dirty
And if I'm down, my brudda might reimburse me
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit, yeah
Real nigga shit, real nigga shit, yeah merky