Gunfingers - Tinchy Stryder, Rapid

Yeah, yeah

They better start clack now

Tinchy Stryder round mine right now

They better start clack now

Tinchy Stryder round mine right now

They better start clack now

Tinchy Stryder round mine right now

Cloud 9, uh

Line up, you ain’t on the line-up, boy

Don’t act bright, you ain’t in the limelight, boy

Fall back, you ain’t on the frontline, boy

You talk hard ball, you’re on the phone line, boy

Oh boy, oh boy, I’m the golden boy

Promise you there ain’t no holding, boy

I’m not folding, boy, run up on cliques

On some James Bond shit with the golden toy

In grime, done been the golden boy

Promise you there ain’t no holding, boy

I’m not folding, boy, run up on cliques

On some James Bond shit with the golden toy

Outfits without the backpack, boy

Dressed in style like the platinum boy

Real talk, you best allow that boy

In fact, he’s here, let’s allow that boy

Feet to the ground, stick to the plan

You’re acting a clown, let’s have a man

You know me, I dun know you know me, man

And there’s not one thing you can show me, man

I’m Stryderman, watch how I dark a man

No attention-seeker, man

They can’t see me, man

Keep it ninja, man, keep it ninja, man

Yeah, let me see the gun fingers

Don’t stop popping off gun fingers

Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers

And it’s not a long ting, just gun fingers

Yeah, let me see the gun fingers

Don’t stop popping off gun fingers

Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers

And it’s not a long ting, just gun fingers

Uh, in E3 we pop the sickest loud

We make the snoops and the whistlers proud

Ask about me, man, they call me Cloud

Sick show up at the illest crowd

You missed the boat, long left the harbour

Hope that you’re coping, all that palaver

Yeah, take a bow

Here comes the best MC right now

Listen, uh, Strydes, I keep telling 'em

Again and again, I’m quite savage with a pad and a pen

Oh shit, I’ve gone and done it again

I’ve got the girls putting up gun fingers like a ragga event

It’s like I’m back at a 10

I’m fully-equipped, you know I’m setting levels to this shit

You keep chatting about there’s something on your hip

Next thing you’re on it, then you’re lying on the drip so

So step back, who’s that?

E3 menace

You had a hard life, but you don’t know what hell is

Said you’re from the bits, you know who Beg is

You don’t know Shoot and you don’t know Emmis

If you come at my crew, you might perish

I’m closer to heaven, stuck a full

I blow smoke at the sky, my eyes reddish

Bars and bass is my fetish, let me see the, let me see the

Yeah, let me see the gun fingers

Don’t stop popping off gun fingers

Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers

And it’s not a long ting, just gun fingers

Yeah, let me see the gun fingers

Don’t stop popping off gun fingers

Raise that MAC, yeah, gun fingers

And it’s not a long ting, just gun fingers