Sirens (From Ireland)

[Intro: Skepta]
Sonny
Ayy, yo
Greaze (Grr)
(Brr, brr) Yeah (Brr, brr)

[Chorus: Skepta & Finessekid]
Too much CCTV, nah, I don't really wanna get violent (Nah)
But you can get a punch from Ireland (Ha)
Or you can get a kick from Thailand (Greaze)
Slap from Nigeria, make you start hearing sirens (Woo, woo, woo)
Se o'n gbo oun ti mo'n so
We had to dysfunction that function (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Gave him a slap from South-West London (Tek that, tek that, ugh)
Cause that conundrum, now he can't function
Try cause a disruption (Boaw, boaw, boaw)
I can't lie like them man do (Uh-huh)
I hear it, but I don't trust them (Hmm)
It's make-believe, corruption (Uh-huh)
'Cause they're not like that when I buck them (Ugh)

[Verse 1: Skepta & Finessekid]
It's easy to see that you dont get paid, you man are stressed, it shows
All of that talk about taking risk, he saw the skeng, he froze
Stepped out in his bestest clothes, now you're in a hospital, where your chest exposed
Swing, dip, t-shirt rip (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Mouth too big, should've kept it closed (Ugh)
I rate that he's backing his bredrin (Uh-huh), now I'm gonna see what they're both on (Hmm)
I don't wanna hear, "FK, 'low me" (Nah, nah)
I don't wanna hear, "FK, hold on"
Left (Tek that, tek that, ugh), weave, right (Tek that), now he looks like he got fucked-up Botox (Ugh)
Are you sure that I'm who you wanna step to? (Uh-huh)
Are you sure that I'm who you wanna roll on? (Uh-huh, ugh)
They see me in the cut with Skep', now they think that I'm BBK
Fully on greaze these days (Greaze)
Them man chat shit these days
That's why bro spin like the CDJs
Plug try give me a CCJ, TBH, I CBA
I still live like GTA (Brr)

[Chorus: Skepta & Finessekid]
Too much CCTV, nah, I don't really wanna get violent (Nah)
But you can get a punch from Ireland (Ha)
Or you can get a kick from Thailand (Greaze)
Slap from Nigeria, make you start hearing sirens (Woo, woo, woo)
Se o'n gbo oun ti mo'n so!
We had to dysfunction that function (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Gave him a slap from South-West London (Tek that, tek that, ugh)
Cause that conundrum, now he can't function
Try cause a disruption (Boaw, boaw, boaw)
I can't lie like them man do (Uh-huh)
I hear it, but I don't trust them (Hmm)
It's make-believe, corruption (Uh-huh)
'Cause they're not like that when I buck them (Ugh)

[Verse 2: Skepta & Finessekid]
And we don't care 'bout your gang
All of your mums, I'll tell you to suck them (Suck ya mudda, yute)
Bro pop that caan and make everyone scatter
If you feel brave, don't run then
Your boy ran, left you, that's a bad friend
I'm still with the same guys from back then (Trust)
You know Lash, that's gangdem and Dex, nwannem
You wanna be the loudest guy in the room, I came with the quietest dude (Shh, shh)
And if you heard that he's live, it's true, he got a Glock-21 minus two
Say you got riders, we got riders too (Huh?), and we don't like to lose
Any funny business, then my guys on you
Now your white tee lookin' like rice and stew (Boaw, boaw, boaw)
My young G's on go, he can't help it
Tryna turn white tees red velvet
'Cause he greedy and he's selfish
Hopped out and left man Michael Phelps'ing, uh-huh, hmm
I gave him a jailhouse rock like Elvis
Rocked him and his bredrins weren't helping
Mind out if I reach for my pelvis

[Outro: Finessekid]
Us, never them, hmm
Us, never them, huh
Us, never them, hmm
Us, never them, huh
Uh-huh, huh
Uh-huh, hmm
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh