Wiley & Dizzee Rascal
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley & Jme
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley & Amy King
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley & Syer B & Skepta
Jookie Mundo
Footsie
Margs
Tempman
Little Dee
Roll Deep & Wiley & Trim & Scratchy & Breeze & Brazen & Riko Dan
Wiley
Wiley
Wiley
[Chorus]
Pat niggas down and lie niggas up
What? You must be winding me up
Can't tolerate, start lighting it up
Six, I got a bout five in the truck
Pat niggas down and lie niggas up
What? You must be winding me up
Can't tolerate, start lighting it up
Six, I got a bout five in the truck
Pat niggas down and lie niggas up
What? You must be winding me up
Can't tolerate, start lighting it up
Six, I got a bout five in the truck
Pat niggas down and lie niggas up
What? You must be winding me up
Can't tolerate, start lighting it up
Six, I got a bout five in the truck
[Verse 1]
Tempman is back and he's runs the roads
Holding it down with his gangster holes
I'm gangster, even a gangster knows
Run up on a nigga and let it go
Bet I set it bro
I cut niggas up, fuck niggas up
.45 would shut niggas up
Yeah, .38 buck niggas up
What's popping, g?
There's no stopping me
I do this properly
I got the niner, got the mash
Run up on a nigga, put his face in the dash
Come through the hood up, take in the cash
I got the tunes, we shotting P's
Fuck with my P's, get shot in the knees
Run up on a nigga like "yeah nigga, freeze"
[Chorus]
Pat niggas down and lie niggas up
What? You must be winding me up
Can't tolerate, start lighting it up
Six, I got a bout five in the truck
[Verse 2]
So, you carry on winding me up
Get it twisted, fuck around and it's on
Get the TEC-9 on line and we're gone
I'll wack your face across the floor
Roll you over and bust the floor
You know I'm road when I bust the door
I run up in a rave, jump on the stage
D.E.N got the pump in a case
Yeah, you'll get dumped in a waste
Black bandanna, I'm not Santana
I'll run up in your hood
I'll tell it to your mother
I'm sick, I'm the first in line, yeah
Not Having It was written by Tempman.