Worst - Skepta, Section Boyz

Fuck what you heard

Fuck what you heard

Fuck what you heard

Fuck what you heard

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Diss me, that’s a curse

Late night on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Diss me, that’s a curse

Late night on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard

I been up in the bits

Trapboy can’t go broke

They hollering for a fix

Manna' back in effect

Money, power, respect

Try man for a brick

Hit the rave then I flex

Fuck the word on the curb

I’ve been up in the game

Put a hole in a shirt

Man getting lit like a flame

On the strip, fuck a search

Grab a tool, put in work

Gyal a pop it and twerk

Still with gang on the lane

Doing road, skrr'

Do the road skrr'

See your hoe, I swerve

Tell 'em fuck what they heard

Do a show on your turf

Stepped in for the search

Man bagged with that bird

Six braps and then rr rr!

Man’s road, man’s curb

They clean man’s dirt

Girly giving man err

Out ere looking skrr'

Trackie un-der

If I touch her, she gon' squirt

When I lose, I come first

Try diss me, that’s a curse

Purple, smokin'

Mix the henny, make a potion

Hit the road on a madting

Cause up bare commotion

Ting, loaded

Catch us slugging, get folded

Bread, get Hovis

Run it up and just hold it

Dem man are informers

Dem man are some talkers

Over here we keep quiet

I ain’t heard or saw shit

About business, man important

Phone ringing, they calling

I’m whippin' up, put the fork in

'Til the dough reach enormous

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Diss me, that’s a curse

Late night on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Diss me, that’s a curse

Late night on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that

And the warlord come with the warlord chat

Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back

Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that

Gyal turn on people and try come back

Nah likkle yute, man it don’t work like that

Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that

Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that

I know you heard about us on the curb

If I said that I got bro then that’s my word

Wrist work, flexin' till it hurts

With the driver, whizzin' and skrr

Take a next step, put it in thirds

Call up, call up, in the corner, corner, they can hold no search

Top Boy, I’m cooler

When you see the name, gotta big it up first

Ain’t got one, can’t lift man skrr

Baby birth, then man lift off skirt

I see your girl chillin' man’s merc'

Section Season, fuck what you heard

There’s something that I think you should know

I been on the edge, man I beg you please don’t push me bro

See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes

You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls

I told 'em a million times

Us man are in control

Theresa knows Britain is mine

On the frontpage covered in gold

I tried to show man wah gwarn

See my man rubbing his nose

Now man have got life on track

Them man are still out there troubling hoes

Oh no

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Diss me, that’s a curse

Late night on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Fuck what you heard

My g’s are the worst

Diss me, that’s a curse

Late night on a purge

Four man in a Merc

Door slam and then burst