Who’s Badder Than We

[Hook: Narsty]
Who's badder than we?
'Dem man are just neeks
Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef
Like bro, order a King Group
Or it might be a Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek
Who's badder than we?
'Dem man are just neeks
Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way)
Like bro, order a King Group
Or it might be a Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me

[Verse 1: Trizzac]
Are you stupid? Are you dumb?
Might skid 'round with big guns
Pecknarm, they know where I'm from
Fuckin' give me verbal you scum
Are you stupid? Are you dumb?
If I don't hit all, I hit some
If I don't catch man, I'll wig mums
Me and my guys do this for fun
Don't be dumb, don't be stupid
Beef me, you must be a doofus
Slide 'round, drench up a human
And then truth happens on music
Get sent home like you're excluded
In the station, you have to move clueless
M-Sev already got booted
The score's better to be muted
Take mans grub, no stop and search
Dip mans head, dip mans chest
No sign of cross, no church
We only smoke amm or flavours
I don't wanna hear nuttin' 'bout mersh
On the phone to my ex, see T-Triz
Why have you gone way worse?
I'm ashamed to beef these nerds
Straight ring trap, straight ring trap
Gotta buss it, money comes first
We cop back then burst
We skid round, they disperse
They bun buj, we bun herbs
I ain't Giggs but I straight murk
They cut tru', they don't lurk
I swear to God they don't learn

[Hook: Narsty]
Who's badder than we?
'Dem man are just neeks
Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way)
Like bro, order a King Group
Or it might be a Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek
Who's badder than we?
'Dem man are just neeks
Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way)
Like bro, order a King Group
Or it might be a Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek

[Verse 2: PS]
Like everyone raps 'bout scores, that's fine
I won't lose my temper, just 'member
I rap 'bout truth, not lie (No lie)
And how many yutes got bored?
I was talkin' 'bout scores, when the scores was nine
In Sam's whip with bandits
Check news, who got bored this time?
Man roll, no thought, just knife
I'm tapped, iPhone
Two darg, that's my zone
Rhyme then rhyme then rhyme, that's my flow
Might switch it darg, that's bi-poh
No swimmin', mandem lie doe
Niggas know PS, I'm on BS
They know I'm that psycho
Free RK, that's my bro
Like who wants a problem?
Hit Squad, yeah, we be on nonsense
Come like Chicago, but it's London
Big ting, gun lean, leave him unconscious
Naughty, naughty
Gyal get willy and horny
Who's that? What's that shawty?
Oh lordie
Still get round there, get saucy, gory
Hate me cause I'm facety
But them niggas know that I'm on it
6 man up, we still twist man up
We had niggas runnin' like Sonic
What the fuck man I got tucked
It ain't fitting into my pocket
Big ting, lift him
Leave him in the air
Mary Poppins

[Hook: Narsty]
Who's badder than we?
'Dem man are just neeks
Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way)
Like bro order a King Group
Or it might be a Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek
Who's badder than we?
'Dem man are just neeks
Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way)
Like bro order a King Group
Or it might be a Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek

[Verse 3: Narsty]
Three yutes still bang that work
Gyalie on me wan' fuck and flirt
'Cause he dumb, we made history
This bitch into me, she want hold mans worm
We been play sports, catch me outside
Go check the score
Grab me a pack now I'm rackin' up and more
Grab me a pack now I'm re'ing up more
Like, she ask what I do
I'm here with the crew
I said that I'm workin' in Harrods
4 on 2 upon the garage
Brown skin girl with a back like Nana's
Most hated gang, you know where we hide (Zone 2)
No we ain't got manners
Dip man down on the mains
Man don't give a fuck, man smile for the cameras
Bro said that I'm way too hot
Ain't been a year but the gang's been clocked
But I'm still out misch and mashin'
And ring ring trap trap, ring trap non-stop
Might just grab me a ting from kway
'Cause I'm too nice for a Zone 2 thot
Bro got things cooked up like the rock
Bro bro said fuck opps, make gwop
Road ting when I'm cuttin' through Brandon
Out here do road with the mandem
Free Skengface, Snoopy that's gangdem
Izzy, home soon
That's back to the zoo
Can't wait til he's landin'
Man's out here, no meds
But your block's all dead got me doing up ***
(Ching, ching)
Like

[Hook: Narsty]
Who's badder than we?
'Dem man are just neeks
Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way)
Like bro, order a King Group
Or it might be a Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek
Who's badder than we?
'Dem man are just neeks
Veggie burgers, they ain't bangin' on beef (No way)
Like bro, order a King Group
Or it might be a Addison Lee
Gyallie on me
Gyallie on me, like my rammy on me
Gyallie on fleek, like my rammy on fleek