Zone 2 - Who’s Badder Than We Lyrics

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[Intro: Narsty] x2
Who’s badder than We
Them man are just neeks
Veggie burgers they ain’t banging on beef
Like bro, order a King Group
Or it might be an Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek

[Verse 1: Trizzac]
Are you stupid, are you dumb
Might skid round with big guns
Pecknarm they know where I’m from
Fucking give me verbal you scum
Are you stupid, are you dumb
If I don’t hit all, I hit some
If I don’t catch man I’ll wig. ..
Me and my guys do this for fun
Are you dumb? Don’t be stupid?
Beef me, you must be a doofus
Slide round we drench up a human
Then truth happens on music
Get sent home like you’re excluded
In station you have to move clueless
M-Sev already got booted
The score’s better to be muted
Take mans grub no stop and search
Dip mans head, dip mans chest
No sign of cross, no church
We only smoke amm or flavours
I don’t wanna hear nuttin’ about mersh
On the phone to my ex see T-Triz
Why have you gone way worse?
I’m ashamed to beef these nerds
Straight ring trap, straight ring trap
Gotta buss it, money comes first
We cop back then burst
We skid round, they disperse
They bun buj, we bun herbs
I ain’t Giggs but I straight murk
They cut through, they don’t lurk
I swear to God they don’t learn

[Hook: Narsty] x2
Who’s badder than We
Them man are just neeks
Veggie burgers they ain’t banging on beef
Like bro, order a King Group
Or it might be an Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek

[Verse 2: PS]
Like everyone raps about scores that’s fine
I won’t lose my temper, just ‘member
I rap ’bout truth no t lying
And how many yutes got bored
I was talking about scores, when the scores was nine
In Sam’s whip with bandits
Check news who got bored this time
Man roll no thought just knife
I’m tapped, iPhone
Two dogs, that’s my zone

[?] Riding road that’s my flow
Might switch it darg that’s bi-poh
No swimming, them man just lie doe
Niggas know PS, I’m on BS
They know I’m that psycho
Free RK that’s my bro
Like who wants a problem
Hit Squad yeah we be on nonsense
Come like Chicago, but it’s London
Big ting, gun lean, leave him unconscious
Naughty, naughty
Gyal get woody and horny
Who’s that, what’s that shorty
Oh lordie
Still get round there get saucy, gory
Hate me cause I’m facety
But them niggas know that I’m on it
6 man up, we still twist man up
We had niggas running like Sonic
What the fuck man I got tucked
It ain’t fitting into my pocket
Big ting, lift him
Leave him in the air
Mary Poppins

[Hook: Narsty] x2
Who’s badder than we
Them man are just neeks
Veggie burgers they ain’t banging on beef
Like bro order a King Group
Or it might be an Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek

[Verse 3: Narsty]
Three yutes still bang that work
Gyalie on me want fuck and flirt
Cause he dumb, we made history
This bitch into me, she want hold man’s worms
We been play sports, catch me outside
Go check the score
Grab me a pack now I’m racking up and more
Grab me a pack now I’m re’ing up more
Like, she ask what I do
I’m here with the crew
I said that I’m working in Harrods
4 on 2 upon the garage
Brown skin girl with a back like Nana’s
Most hated gang, you know where we hide
No we ain’t got manners
Dip man down on the mains
Man don’t give a fuck man smile for the cameras
Bro said that I’m way too hot
Ain’t been a year but the gang’s been clocked
But I’m still out misch and mashing
And ring ring trap trap, ring trap non-stop
Might just grab me a ting from kway
Cause I’m too nice for a Zone 2 thot
Bro got things cooked up like the rock
Bro bro said fuck opps, make gwop
Road ting when I’m cutting through Brandon
Out here do road with the mandem
Free Skengface, Snoopy that’s gangdem
Izzy, home soon
That’s back to the zoo
Can’t wait til he’s landing
Man’s out here no meds
But your block’s all dead got me doing up …
(ching ching)
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