Belly Letra - Skepta ft. Mayhem NODB, Kruz Leone, Kibo, Jme, Frisco, Queenie, Bossman Birdie

I want belly

Stepped in the place and you know I come ready (Splash, splash, splash, splash, splash)

Don't worry 'bout me 'cause I step heavy

Old school Crimewatch, me on the telly

Don't talk 'bout gangster with no reddies (Gass'um-s'um)

Broke as fuck till I hit the belly

Okay, now I got legal belly (I got, I got, I got)

Big warehouse, man are wholesale ready

Mashed six figures on tilt already (Huh?)

More than a drink, more like a big bevvy

Had to pattern up 'cause I got pickney already

Ticky man thought he was pattern up ready

Took his 400K, split it three ways, heavy (Hahaha)

Then I go kick ball with my son Raiden

Bicycle ride with my daughter steady (Splash, splash, splash, splash)

I was in country, I was in country

Moving big, nah, nuttin' weren't likkle

Run up in the trap, no slap and tickle

Come for the OZs, come for the brick-le

Yeah, I got man trapping out of the bando

And I got man trapping on bicycle

Yeah, I got man trapping out of the whip-ple

Pull out the coke O's, then I whip-ple (Splash, splash, splash, splash)

Pull out the, pull out the bicarb

Then the cocaine just turned all stiff-le (Splash'um, sh'um)

Under the tap, drip-drip-dripple

What's in the sink is big, not likkle (I got, I got)

After I complete the task'um

Link one gyal and then suck pon nipple

After I complete the task'um

Count my money, then blaze on spliff-le (Splash, splash)

Kruz!

Got it on lock

Like I just put a Z up in a vice (Slap!)

We ain't tekking no check or no advice

Still step up with the guys with the weapons in the ride (Pressure)

Yeah, I still got hitters on the wing

You know how much times man send them man a rice? (How many?)

I'm outside juuging, I can tell a man a price

Got food like peppers and spice (Ooh)

Yeah, I be on the mains where it's flames

If I ever get bagged, I don't say any names (Shh)

Got steppers with me and they don't play any games

They must have thought that this was ludi or ludo

Trust me, them niggas haven't got a clue though

Send corn for them, have them running like Naruto

Big Kruz, you know I'm heavy like sumo

Big slide tackle in the field like Bruno

Slide, me and my guys in the ride

Slide, anytime we step outside

Slide, come through and mash up your vibe

Man can't swallow no pride, that's a Y

Man slide, me and my guys in the ride

Slide, anytime we step outside

Slide, come through and mash up your vibe

When I come through (Big Slide–)

Look, I ain′t no grime battler, I'm a slide tackler

I just take them out, you know my pattern, bruh

Before you try me, try ******* first

I'll make it ring like a Lyca, ya kna

I'm a striker, ya kna, nine on my back

I'll rise it and slap, leave your mind on your lap

When my guys on attack, slide wid the wap

And the waps ain′t small like a Micra, ya kna

Yeah!

Yo

Anytime you see man wearing a glove (Mm-mm)

Dun know it's a rhinestone one (Oi)

Kibo, the new Michael Jackson (Hee-hee)

But it's not a dance move when a man gets spun (Kweff)

Your main squeeze, that's my Capri-Sun

If dem man try spud, I will make mash

And slap weh your hand like "don't dap me, blud"

In my rhinestone glove (Are you fucking mad?)

Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa

Leave an MC and his mate all mash up

Crying on the floor like Haku and Zabuza

Dem man will get air like Avatar (Neow)

HA have it large, Hennessy Hashira (Yeah)

You vs. me, that's Venusaur vs. Magikarp

You will get clart, let's have it, blud

K-W-E-double-F

Kweff, instant death

Target locked, weapon select

Kill an MC with a single breath

K-W-E-double-F times two

Kweff, kweff, instant doom

From I step in the room

You feel the force in my crep go boom

K-W-E-double-F times three

Kweff, kweff, kweff (Brrr)

I'm on a kweffing spree

Decide a waste cadet's destiny

K-W-E-double-F times ten

Kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff (Hahahahahaha)

Kweff, kweff, kweff

Ain't no survivors left (Yeah!)

Yeah, yeah (Greaze)

I walk in the studio like "wait up, hold on"

Show's on, looking for MCs to smoke on

Last guy tried to clash me, I made him

Jump in the pool with all of his clothes on (Greaze)

Had to forfeit 'cause you know my next diss track

About to be about your dad for the whole song (Ha)

Thought I was a pop star? You were so wrong (Huh)

It's you who the joke's on

How you turn rich and switch? Now you can't eat with your hands

Talking 'bout fork and knife (Huh)

You sound like a bitch, I can't even call you a man

And we're all bored of your lies

You fabricate greaze, better keep your hands to yourself

You're only bad for your wife

And you said you were a stepper, never, ever walked with a pole

And never, ever walked with a–

Blud, I was a Welbourne warrior, St. Paul's soldier

Northumberland Park next-door neighbour

Eskimo raver, L-Stone visitor

Meridian resident, see me in Manny with President

Showerman (Greaze!), South Souldiers

Don't fear olders, never had youngers

Age ain't nothing but numbers (Nah)

My seventeen-year-olds roll with the pumpers (Bo! Bo! Bo!)

So anytime you see me wearing a glove

Boy better know I got the gun in my boxers

I don't wanna send an MC to the doctor's

Already won a MOBO, now I'm going for the Oscars

There's only one Skepta

I gotta lick down any imposters (Trust)

Lick off your head like Guinness and Fosters (Bap!)

Can't take badman for Pocahontas (Greaze)

What? Serious

My kids won't believe that I used to roll up A4 paper, light the end

Put it to the back of the oven (Trust)

Or the grill, I did the most (What?)

All for a piece of toast (Trust)

Now man's got the Balmuda

No dead champagne in the wine cooler

Fill it with Drip and VOSS (Yeah)

Washing machine got AutoDos

D-d-d-d-d-destiny

Put me in the great hands of Ify and Joe (Yeah)

Nobody knew they were shepherds, though (No)

Dem two were raising GOATs (Trust)

Been a few years since I seen them frown (What?)

Catch them slipping in the business lounge (What?)

And if you're looking for me, I'm on the A10

Or M25, windows down (Serious)

From day one, I said I was serious (Yeah)

But nobody took me serious (What?)

For them boy, I go to the rave

And I spit in the rave, then I spit in their face

For the disrespect, 'cause I am serious

Boy better know I am serious

Jme don't take no shit

Boy that don't like Jme, listen up 'cause (Trust)

Joe tried to jack me, where is he?

Alex tried to bite me, where is he? (Where?)

Jay wants to clash me, where is he? (Where?)

Dominic dissed me, where is he? (Yeah)

Labels wanna sign me, where are they?

Pussyholes wanna rush me, where are they? (What?)

Crews wanna clash me, where are they?

Can't clash me, be serious

Mmm

Man have got style indeed

Me and my niggas put 'bine in spleen

My timing's clean, how ya mean?

I keep up fuckery, it ain't just rhyming schemes

The times is peak so it's with me (Yeah)

I ain't inna no chattings, just link me (Just link me, man)

How you think I've been here cutting through so long?

'Cah man know how to move instinctly, you with me?

I know my God don't play when it comes to me

The real deal, you can tell by the pungency

You little fools link up 'cah the hate needs company

Come correct if you come for me (Know what I'm saying?)

Shout Pops, can't forget what you've done for me

I step up when they step down

Me and my son, that's a flex now, we ain't taking no check now

In your group chat discussing me

I come through like "What, is it on?"

Skeps, who's my man? What is he on? (Uh-huh)

I ain't come here to try murk anybody

But forget the hype, if it's on, then it's on

I'll dun a man's dance, then I'm gone, then I'm gone (Wah?)

Skengman mode when I'm on, when I'm on (Wah?)

I just wanna bill a likkle vibe with the gyal dem

Hotel, pop off the thong, then it's on (Woi-woi, woi-woi)

With a likkle bit of high grade, Dom Perignon

Champagne, Hennessy, not very long (How ya mean?)

We need some more girls in here

Couples Chantelles and Chanelles in here (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

So pass the riddim and let me get heavy on

Buff ting gyally, rude boy, send it on

There's too many man, too many-many man

I'll slew any man, slew any-any man (Huh)

The name rings bells ta rass'

Out the loop and I'm still putting belt to arse

Wear the mask, bare smoke if it's pen for pen

I'm too wicked, I could never take an L for bars

Out here tryna match my drive

Park up that shit to be selled for parts, I

Shower down at events and laugh

At how the smoke reveals what agendas are

I'm not what they expected, I came out the blue

Heads may roll if I lay out the truth

If they only knew, scene full of snakes

And it's pest control when I spray out the room

If I spray out the booth, go OD on every man

You're gonna wanna stay out of view

The smoke ain't for you? Stay out the way

I'm a vet but I still let a stray out or two, like

Final bars

Scars on your face like tribal marks

I don't like these sly remarks

If you start, then this clash might be your last

Full blast on your speakers

And I dictate to the kids like teachers

I come sick like fevers

Rudeboy, I could make a buddha say "Jesus"

Final bars

Scars on your face like you're part of the tribe

Who's competing? I'm eager to meet them

'Cause even for Peter, I'm hard to deny

Skep said he would bet his money on me and I'm

Raising a hand like he asked for the time

This shit's potent, MCs sniffing round here could lose noses

You don't wanna know what I charge for a line

Yeah

Might see me posted with it (Posted)

Shopping for groceries with it (Groceries with it)

Oh so recky, so I can't lack

Might see me in Novi with it (Outside)

One-man up, but I'm never dolo

See me on my lonely with it (On my lonely with it)

Boy better know I was raised in T

So you know I move so sho with it (Ooh)

The way I'm on this get-back ting

I'm so involved, got FOMO with it

You're looking at the numero uno

Eyes on the pies, that's a new no limit (That's right)

On the M-way, all these ki's

Come like a sumo, innit (Yep)

Big .45 in my trousers, violate me?

I'll send man to Pluto with it

It's Bossy

When I write, murder ink like Gotti

When I spray, it's not nice, it's shoddy

I go bang in the beef like a shotty (Bo! Bo!)

I will lick an MC down properly (Yeah)

Take the piss when I flow, where's the potty?

Come to bring back the flow named mucky

For the man dem who know they're dutty, 'cah (Bo!)

I just come out the HMP (What?)

Serious, but I'm not Jme (Yeah)

Sending MCs to A&E

'Cah the wasteman thought they could play with me

When you spray, mind you don't aim at me

When I war, I war dangerously

Must have called my name mistakenly

Prick, leave you where the wasteman be (Bossy)