Fuck Them

(album: Topic Of Discussion - 2013)

[Hook Konan:]
When fake love goes true colours show and
They know there's no fucking
With my team (my team)
My team (my team)

[Yungen:]
Krept and Konan put me on and I took that shit through the roof
Ducking round in that drop-top, blame that shit on the Goose
If I ever lied in a bar, it's probably your girl in the truth
Yeah I went from selling Charlie to Radio 1 spitting fire in the booth
Got some real motherfuckers around me, but I never call no names
My big bro taught me one thing, don't mix the road with the fame
You niggas be calling names, keep thinking that I'm a side man
Till my circle catch you on the mains and blow off sides when I lines man (ah)
But fuck that, I went from the road to the stages
Me and Stryder went "bonjour", next year I might buy me a spaceship
Me, I'm from the hood, where those skinny niggas are blazers
Now it's skinny jeans and blazers and that shit ain't fuck my status
I've been putting on for them niggas, them clowns better keep in check
Their debit cards ain't saying shit, without I them man are in debt
I stay scheming for cash dog, you pussies ain't got no rep
So before you call my name, boy go get yourself some respect! I'm out here

[Hook]

[Krept:]
(Tally) Fuck them niggas!
Nah real talk, fuck them niggas!
If you ain't Kone or Yung or affiliated
Then fuck you, nigga!
I can't stand theses industry dons
Somebody I'm due to cause an injury on
I'm sick and tired! Think the sick get tireder
Ah man Krept's on fire!
Foot Locker in Brixton riots
Hungry for this, can't see what a diet is
I told my driver "lead me to Wireless"
When these fake niggas say 'wah gwan' to me
I just sigh, I need a psychiatrist
Fuck your rep!
Nah nigga nigga fuck all that!
Get off my dick off suck on that
Grab cash and get your man checked
Bragging about your bread and get your bag-get
Hating niggas, you can suck your mum!
When you know what kinda sluts I want
A brown skinned bitch with a big back
That's the hunchback of Notre Dame
Fuck it I'mma get my roman on
You said you're fire, nigga, false alarm
Whores want to come round for an orgy
Fuck Tesco's, my house where the whores meet
I'm from a place where niggas with sticks roll
No computer gangsters
Dell hit you with a mac, brains on the windows
Now the PC tryna find some info
Fuck with my team [?] the folks
Stamp you out, turn my Nikes into Louboutins
You already know what the goon is on
Well get pear shaped for the fruity don

[Hook]