We Don't Believe You - Frisco, Skepta

Oi rudey

Oi rudeboy

Oi, oi we don’t believe you fam

No one believes you cuz

It’s Big Fris, Skepta

Back 2 Da Lab Volume One (yo cuz)

And all the long talking’s done

Oi rudeboy

When I MC I spit fact not fiction

Kill off any wasteman no restriction

So if the bar sounds like it’s for you

That’s because you fit in the wasteman description

I can walk on foot from shanktown to black boy lane

Everybody stays safe man

I’m not a top mash I ain’t blazed man

But I’m a skeng daddy for them wasteman

So keep bussing your sly little jokes

You must think I ain’t onto the madness

Sorry mum pardon my language

But this guy needs to eat one pussyclart gunshot sandwich

Done a MC quick

Can’t compare their crew to my clique

When I make a tune it’s totally sick

How can I clash this up and coming piece of shit

You think you’re the best I’m better

You’re just a qualified MC bredder

Your flows are stolen

That’s why mine are fresher word for word letter by letter

T H E S E M C S, chat a lot of BS

Oh yeah PS he said that he’ll spray anybody in the face

While you and I know he’s talking about CS

Oi rudeboy.

stop talking we don’t believe you, stop talking

Oi rudeboy.

stop talking we don’t believe you, stop talking

Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don’t believe you, stop talking

Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don’t believe you, stop talking

Oi rudeboy

And you can’t fuck with the team

Nah blud kill a guy with a sixteen

'Nuff big bars plenty in my team

Cuz there’s bare showerman MCs in my team

So sekkle down you ain’t got anything on my team

Think you’re bad say something on my team

Look you’ll get something in your beam

Never once seen your face in N15

So cool off and pop the tool off

Take the jewel off and laugh in your face

You don’t wanna see me get dark in the place

I’m with man that will make shots spark in the place

Man better cool better calm in the place

Diss me and you won’t get far in the race

Frisco’s a fully grown man

You’re just a likkle waste

I will box MCs in the face

Man better cool better calm better chill

I don’t wanna slap an MC in the face

But you will get a back hand in the grill

I’m a big boy you’re a likkle man still

So allow all the tough talk that’s not you

My mans a bad boy that’s not true

Don’t fool me not one bit

We ain’t amused stop chatting to the boys in blue

Oi rudeboy.

stop talking we don’t believe you, stop talking

Oi rudeboy.

stop talking we don’t believe you, stop talking

Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don’t believe you, stop talking

Oi rudeboy, stop talking we don’t believe you, stop talking

Oi rudeboy