[Flame] 🔥 Zone 2 - Lookman Lyrics
[Verse 1: P.S]
 P.S, P gassed, P savage
 They know man, they know gang
 I’m still ‘ere, still  bangin’
 Get it run with my dipper
 It ain’t Twitter, I mean we can get at it
 And your brother ain’t nuttin
 When it’s bussing
 I bet he wouldn’t back it
 Man dash but he wasn’t lacking
 Manna been staining
 I was out here, you was out raving
 No doctor I was giving man face lift
 Feds chase, I ain’t tryna hit station
 No Calpol, I’m a sick kid
 Turn anyone to a victim
 Yeah, I’m itching, got a hitlist, bro said call off and just hit this
 I said aight cool imma get them
 Got somin’ tucked, I’m a Young Thug that’s my best friend
 See man might skududu, dududu and that’s kweng kweng
 Doing up road, doing up toes,doing up ten ten
 Who’s that, what’s that
 Like who’s that peng peng
 P.S I’m gassed that’s facts
 Still dressed in bat man black
 Get back god dam, grrap bap
 Don’t give a fuck, roll with it tucked
 Even when I bang bull farm
 That nigga got all his garms
 Still tryna sort these dargs
 See man’ll get bun like cheese does
 She get D, she start scream’
 Oh lawd oh Jesus
 And all you hear is dip dip
 With that big kitch
 Cah thats what P does
 Cah thats what P does
 Oh Lawd, Oh Jesus
[Hook]
 Don’t look at my face
 The man just gay
 The man just look
 Gyallie wanna act
 Got breast and a back
 But the useless gyal can’t cook
 Like this ain’t a war
 Man shoot and score
 Like I’m really tryna do it Lookman
 Jump out the ride
 Man shove man, shoot and score
 Like I do it like Lookman
 Don’t look at my face
 The man just gay
 The man just look
 Gyallie wanna act
 Got breast and a back
 But the useless gyal can’t cook
 Like this ain’t a war
 Man shoot and score
 Like I’m really tryna do it Lookman
 Jump out the ride
 Man shove man, shoot and score
 Like I do it like Lookman
[Verse 2: Trizzac]
 Pecknarm stepping, zone 2 creppting
 I’m a fat yute I don’t like sport
 But I can show you man about fencing
 Ten man deep in your block
 Now we’re all zone 2 flexing
 I can’t vouch for the opps
 Got all my zone 2’s pressing
 Dem man are nerdy, they ain’t lurky
 So why they talking, they brang it
 You say I’m the boss but you don’t give a toss
 Cah man didn’t panic
 Man just saw Justin
 I was dustin
 Cos you know he span it
 Had to throw it at P
 But she’s T
 So you know I move manic
 I’m playing quite fair at the moment
 That’s why I’m stepping with shavers
 But it wouldn’t be fair if I copped a strap
 That was attached with lasers
 On the block 3 days straight
 While you was munching down Quavers
 Stepping out Zone 2 rangers
 I couldn’t give a fuck about the neighbours
 I can ride ’round with that semi
 Or I’m riding around with that thing
 You can mash work with a hand ting
 I can mash work with this ching
 Jab jab in a knife fight
 But if you lacking darg you can swing
 And slap corn at his crown fam
 If he wanna acts like he’s a king
[Verse 3: Narsty]
 Zone 2 step, doing up like I’m zone 2 step
 If not then I’m doing up trap
 One shot kill
 Woof man straight in his chest
 Do it like P then dash
 He already got it
 Bro just stop it
 Donny got chinged, belly, back
 Man just talk
 Man just talk on the net
 Man just done stepped and splash
 Fly upsuh tryna find more bands
 Fly round there tryna find more bands
 Man just drill up the ting
 Now I’m way too pissed
 Cos I swear that the girl too crass
 Trap, mash, blow that shit make back
 Might just do ten toes on your map
 Might trap mash on your map
 Ring trap all morning
 Ring ring now they won’t stop calling
 I just back out the shave and sauce it
 Splash man down no heed no warning
 You know it went deep if you calling
 Zone 2 step man Zone 2 walking
 15 bells that’s what man’s talking
 That’s what man’s talking
 Like, I’m on mazzas
 And this bad ting be a baddaz
 And she making tings she all on me
 Now she ain’t got manners
 No face, no case, no cameras
 Tryna take man’s face off the atlist
 Watch man do them backflips
 Just reappear then…
[Hook]
 Don’t look at my face
 The man just gay
 The man just look
 Gyallie wanna act
 Got breast and a back
 But the useless gyal can’t cook
 Like this ain’t a war
 Man shoot and score
 Like I’m really tryna do it Lookman
 Jump out the ride
 Man shob man, shoot and score
 Like I do it like Lookman
 Don’t look at my face
 The man just gay
 The man just look
 Gyallie wanna act
 Got breast and a back
 But the useless gyal can’t cook
 Like this ain’t a war
 Man shoot and score
 Like I’m really tryna do it Lookman
 Jump out the ride
 Man shob man, shoot and score
 Like I do it like Lookman