Who Said Dat - Ghetts, Giggs

What?

Is that my man?

Spin the whip

Right there jumping out a white van in the bits

Park up, ask Buck, give me the ting

One arm up, starstruck, ring-a-ling

Hard nut, guard up, I’m in the ring

your car’s stuck, this is it

Light work, my mind works militant

I’ll burst mine first, finish him

Man wanna insult badman?

(Bun him)

Don’t make me involve Mad Max

I can make him do a backflip

And I can make him do handstands

(What does that remind you of?) Gynmastics

The way the new ting kicks is so Van Damme

Giggs ad-lib

After I wind down windows and bang

Yes darg, stay tuned

Cause I wouldn’t have wanted nobody missing the best part

I came alone, Game of Thrones

No one’s safe, not even man like Ned Stark

Raise the chrome, invade your dome

Look at that, I let my enemies know the benchmark

Rate the bloke and you ain’t as cold

I pull it back and let my enemies know their head gone

Danger zone, it’s a danger zone

Fully gassed but you know that’s just how the ends are

Days approach with the same result

Goody bags from a hard day’s work man a spend fast

These are end bars

Kill an MC, M-charge

Game over for them, red card

Who told you you could trespass?

Man gave me his CD

I can’t hear cause my head’s hard

My ego’s too big for my

And why would he give me his CD

When everyone knows my name’s Ghetto, not Ben Scarr?

And how can you call them friends

When all they say is «yeah fam, you went hard»?

What?

Who said dat?

Don’t lie, swear down

Don’t make me get mad

Don’t make me get mad

What?

Who said dat?

Don’t lie, swear down

Don’t make me get mad

Don’t make me get mad

Yeah, when I attack, fuck remorse

Pumpys come with MAC-10s and all sorts

All talk, this is my empire, the boardwalk

Kickback slippers and real white Dior shorts

Got man’s chick on the phone, fuck the small talk

Watch man sit on the throne, pop some more corks

Movie, chilling at home, pop some more corn

Told me she live in the East but she’s born North

Quick, quick, get the money nonstop

This life’s enticing

This that shit that the strally gun pop

Slice and dicing

Click click, can I get a gunshot?

Knife or piping

This that cake with the cherry on top

And it tastes nice with icing

Fuck that, don’t give a fuck 'bout opinions

Bap bap, don’t give a fuck 'bout civilians

Wrapping the crack with the minions

Link man, then we can chat 'bout some millions

Man had to crack that Da Vinci code

dominions

Soldiers up in your tent like Red Indians

Crackheads up in the crack house syringing

Spend it, hatatata, spend kit

Get that ganja, sprinkle it

Pour that cognac, drink it

Watch that nigga stunting, pinky

Watch that nigga’s jumpy and kinky

This ain’t Made in Chelsea with Binky

It’s game over, Tinchy

Clocked that nigga dumping, stinky

Straight silk, that’s the money man socks

Rider, Michael Knight ting

Tick tick, that’s a money man watch

I like to buy things

Old school shit, goody goody gumdrops

I know this bitch wanna come and get cock

And I’m gon' slice it nicely

What?

Who said dat?

Don’t lie, swear down

Don’t make me get mad

Don’t make me get mad

What?

Who said dat?

Don’t lie, swear down

Don’t make me get mad

Don’t make me get mad