Likkle Pickney - Tempa T

Why’s man goin' on like Scarface though?

My man sayin' he’s bad

But he ain’t Scarface, no

Bun him out all over of the town, didn’t know his Dad’s my bro

Man ain’t inna no trap

Tell a likkle man go home

Wanna act up?

Please man, you’re just a pickney

Man ain’t bangin' no skengs

Man I’m hard like a gypsy

Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney

Likkle man claimin' streets

When I bang my bullets don’t frisbee

I don’t know this likkle man claimin' steets

Said he popped down nuff man, he ain’t been in basic beef

Said he goes hard on the road, nah man he ain’t chasing P’s

Said he goes hard on the road, nah man he’s a basic thief

Who really knows this guy, who really know this neek?

Ain’t been about for a minute, touch down — better know it’s peak

Listen up, your big man, true say you’re just a pickney for me

Man, man said he bust bare case but he just chat for police

You could have a thousand bags

You could have a thousand bags

You could be dressed in a suit

I could be dressed in rags

Left a mans' top bare hole-y, see a man gank and stab

Man will tek with the roley’s, see a man punch and jab

Man stop thinkin' it’s knife, man will just punch and jab

If I punch man in the face, man will hit concrete slab

See man stand on the curb, see a man standing bad

Got two spinners on deck, man will start bursting live

Why’s man goin' on like Scarface though?

My man sayin' he’s bad

But he ain’t Scarface, no

Bun him out all over of the town, didn’t know his Dad’s my bro

Man ain’t inna no trap

Tell a likkle man go home

Wanna act up?

Please man, you’re just a pickney

Man ain’t bangin' no skengs

Man I’m hard like a gypsy

Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney

Likkle man clamin' streets

When I bang my bullets don’t frisbee

It’s that ahh bloody mash that

Armed with the flow

Hard-body flashback

After the show, get half of the cash back

Dark on the road, I’m daft in the

Talk on the phone, man dance in your snapback

Who’s that shark on the throne, just park at the mans

Who’s this darker opponent, spark her and splash that

Start up the motor, park up the hatchback

It’s calm on the roads, straight after he crashed that

Scar from my neck, mad sharp with my head back

Man just laugh at the rest, man’s laughin' like ha-ha

Straight Harry Hatchet, hack with the hatcher

Feds better catch up, snap with the catcher

Shit’s getting flipped and slapped with the spatula

Man’s got an itch and MAC be the scratcher

Pricks gettin' bricked and cracked with the fracture

Quick get the suitcase

Man’s eating and you’ve got a toothache

Man’s pullin' up like — what?

Coz Giggs got a new tape

Man rollin' up just chargin'

That Giggs in the 2 chain

Dat-da-da-dat, Dan Gorgan, back for the retake

Quick, get a knife and fork out and slap me a beef steak

Back for the replay

Scratch, I’m a DJ

Think because a man’s from London, you get smacked with a tea tray

Why’s man goin' on like Scarface though?

My man sayin' he’s bad

But he ain’t Scarface, no

Bun him out all over of the town, didn’t know his Dad’s my bro

Man ain’t inna no trap

Tell a likkle man go home

Wanna act up?

Please man, you’re just a pickney

Man ain’t bangin' no skengs

Man I’m hard like a gypsy

Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney

Likkle man clamin' streets

When I bang my bullets don’t frisbee