Gay Jay Snakey

[Intro]
Oh my days
You little batty
Your tweets are gonna get you in trouble

[Chorus]
You're not from Tottenham
Don't know why man keep chatting about Tottenham
And you ain't got no arsenal
Talking guns but you ain't ever shot them
You're not from Tottenham
Don't know why man keep chatting about Tottenham
And you ain't got no arsenal
Talking guns but you ain't ever shot them

[Verse]
Thought that I missed the drop but I didn't
AJ don't wanna war, I'll spin him
But he's on the timeline giving it the biggun
So I'm killing him and gonna bury Big Zuu with him
And anybody else that wants it
You ain't got a blade in your boxers
You ain't got nuttin' but stains in your boxers
You've never seen cocaine boxes
But you wanna chat like you're some shooter
Gay J Tracey
Thinks he's bad when he's on the computer
Ripping off Skepta's flow
But you're never gonna be Junior
In the clash, I'll never be the loser
So I'm gonna put him in a body bag sooner
None of your lyrics are factual
But you wanna come and try diss me?
'Bout bag on an outfit casual
That trapsuit cost you a pinky
You must've been sniffing on the Whitney
Who gassed up this spotty little pickney?
Bun MTP
I'll spin the whole of your team with nobody with me
One man deep
Big Zuu, you are just one fat chief
You chat 'bout louder than Row D
Fat boy's out of breath when he's shouting
You and AJ watched Brokeback Mountain
Pussyholes, I really doubt that you're 'bout it
If you are, then come
Two against one, you will both get spun
I'm 30, so they think they can murk me
I'll spin a man like Jammz did Merky
Man said that I'm washed
How can I be washed when I flow this dirty?
You're not from Trinidad
You're from Turkey
And them spots on your face
They be looking like herpes
You're a blatant fake
Cause when you see me, you say "safe" to my face
But then you wanna tweet some reckless shit
And delete it, I'm gonna put him in his place
Could've been mates but you wanna be a snake
Some man'll do anything for a break
Seen man change when they get a bit of cake
But name any place, I'll spin him in a state
Say that I'm a cokehead, that's not true
Said you're a shotta but that's not you
My man's chatting 'bout "chef up the bomb ting"
In real life, you do not shot food
You're a uni student
Got a blue tick, now you're moving stupid
Think you're better? Then prove it
You don't wanna clash, you'll lose it
Got a little hype and it went to your head
But you're my yout, get sent to your bed
And when I saw you in Ministry
You told me you never meant what you said
That's gay
Now look what you started
I used to like your crew
But now, I'm gonna put you in a casket

[Outro]
You snaky little spotty weasely fake little shitter
All these times you've seen man, you never had nothing bad to say
Every time you see me, bread, bread, bread
And then you wanna go on Twitter and chat some shit
And then delete it like a batty hole
Well, this is what you get
Let's see if you got bars
But we know you ain't built like that
You'll probably go and send Big Zuu
But I'm ready for that fat shit too