Who’s Laughing

[Intro]
Shell Kartel
Ghosty

[Chorus]
Don't talk on my name, you're a minor
I'll run you down in my sliders
What's wrong with this washed-out yute?
You ain't done no drill, so you must be a hider
Don't claim that's the life you live, with your eyebrows pierced, you're a skateboard rider
You're so broke, can't switch-up your clothes
Got holes in your socks, I'll dash you a fiver
What a dumb little fuck, are you mental?
I'll put the metal to your mout', no dental
How the fuck can you share man's clothes in your rasclart vids? Your cheap little rental
You're a reject numerous times
You ain't from the 12, you're a clown like Deadpool
And if you ain't got a wap, it's long
You can't beef man 'cause the sawn-off's dreadful

[Verse]
You're a neek and your feet dem stinkin'
You can't ride on my wave, keep sinkin'
I know your girl wanna hold this dick
I'll nut in her mouth, like the bitch was drinkin'
You ain't half as cold as me, so you're my son
What the fuck are you thinkin'?
Better call me Dad when you see me and change dem shoes 'cause your foot dem mingin'
How the fuck can I take your flow when you be my son and I'm your dad?
You should've thought about drawin' me out
Go buy some Lynx, you're a fuckin' tramp
How you talk about scorin' goals and you don't even play for the 12? That's mad
You ain't worth my time like notes
I tell a man sit back down in your pram, I tell a man sit back down in your pram
You can't diss man, man area mad, man
Kill a MC with a mic in hand
Basic bars, you're a basic man
Tear up beats, yeah, I'm way too ham
I know my son wanna be like Dad
I know you ain't down for the beef like Five Guys
You ain't never held or seen no waps, you ain't never held or seen no waps
Your Air Force 1s dem creased to the max
Really could've bought you a new pair son like all you had to do was ask your dad
And if you're really gonna try take man's flow, beg little man just bring that back
I know I'm like Lukaku up front and you're like Benteke, your shit don't bang
I can teach you my flow, just ask
I can book you a private class
Just show up at half-past nine and I bet that you'll leave with a damn A-star
Don't talk about best in drill, you only get views 'cause you're up man's arse
Even if I got white boy wasted, I put it on my life, I'll done your dance

[Chorus]
Don't talk on my name, you're a minor
I'll run you down in my sliders
What's wrong with this washed-out yute?
You ain't done no drill, so you must be a hider
Don't claim that's the life you live, with your eyebrows pierced, you're a skateboard rider
You're so broke, can't switch-up your clothes
Got holes in your socks, I'll dash you a fiver
What a dumb little fuck, are you mental?
I'll put the metal to your mout', no dental
How the fuck can you share man's clothes in your rasclart vids? Your cheap little rental
You're a reject numerous times
You ain't from the 12, you're a clown like Deadpool
And if you ain't got a wap, it's long
You can't beef man 'cause the sawn-off's dreadful