Whispers

I built the frame so
How are you gonna fit in this picture?
It could be a Monday but I'll still get him
Set up in a park like a Sunday League fixture
You're not managing, I know you're panicking
140BPM, yeah, that's the mixture
You're not harder, whip up your armour
I strike first, I don't believe in karma
Double tap to your heart like it was Insta
This ain't Syria, ayy, but when it comes to licking shots, that
That is what my squad dem are into
Big fish in a little pond, I'll reel you in
Hook, line and sinker
This ain't a game, I ain't tryna end up
In a cell and I ain't talking splinter
I'll wrap you up like it's English winter
Somebody tell me why this donny's tryna hype
If I see him in the ends, we're guaranteed to fight
That final round
Will hit him in his chest and I'll leave your left looking alright
He was talking bad online
So I guess when I seen him, it was on sight
I be writing bars all hours of the night
Sick knifework like I am Wesley Snipes
This flow that I spit with, yeah, I'm the founder
When I drop 16s on vids, turn gang dem
And break the YouTube view counter
Watch the strap burst, body in a hearse
I always attack first, never have to counter
Ch-ch-ch, cock it back, f-f-f
Aim for your top right, rudeboy, like Robbie Fowler
Complete artist, I'm an all-rounder
Burning before Bobby Shmurda was hot
Talking your rubbish, I'll come to your block
About you're gonna put a hole in my top
It's not a D Double E ting, bare excuses
Budubupbup and then he got dropped
Didn't catch a sentence, but I put a full to a stop
I'll take him out the picture with big tools
And believe me, blud, I ain't talking crop
Like an intruder
People are tryna pitch me like I'm Luka
Man said he's gonna headtop me
Oh my god, it's another internet shooter
He said he's got a new 'matic
And with this new 'matic, rudeboy, I will shoot ya
So I said "do ya?", went to his yard
The only new 'matic I saw was Henry the hoover
D Double E said bullets are flying diagonal
But our kid will make sure they go straight through ya
My squad's serious like Jamie Adenuga
Drrrrsssh but I'm not Flirta
Box up a man, get me like Bruza
I let the ting beat with tekkers
But it ain't sounds of the Sir, it's sounds of the Luger
Polish gunner and it's not Szczęsny
Since GCSEs, you couldn't test me
I've got the upper hand, give him an uppercut and
He'll never land just like Wesley
Polish dons, yeah, I've got plenty
If I drop him five bills, it could get messy
[?], clip empty
I came with the ultimate team
And I didn't have to bring Messi
I just had to take the instrumental in right there
Reloads upon reloads, I get bare
Everybody knows that you're not that breh
Anytime you touch mic, you will get air
I'm old school like Chili
I'm old school like Chili right, er, right there
Links and a lighter, I've got that spare