3 Wheel-ups (feat. Wiley & Giggs) (Explicit)

3 Wheel-Ups - Kano/Wiley/Giggs

Written by：Giggs/Kano/Wiley

3 wheel-ups in a row

That means I'm a direct rudeboy

2 2 yats of my own

That means I'm a direct rudeboy

Man can't call up my phone

Then gwan like a direct rudeboy

One side bag and a stoney

Don't make you a direct rudeboy

Some MCs come with the wickedest talk

But really dem man chat crap

Acting like a donny but they're gonna backtrack

When real niggas step on the riddim and chat facts

I don't put myself in places

If I weren't there then I weren't let's face it

If you weren't there then you weren't that's basic

I kill 'em with the realest sh*t and they hate it

I'm a diffuser can't act tougher than you are round me

I've got youts dem tougher than you are round me

I nearly died for the game that's right

But some spitters ain't nuttin' around me

I was getting 'em hyper you was touching your lighter

I was king of the mic and I'm a motherf**king G

None of you are bad round me it's not only about me though

Let me give a shoutout to my scene

P**sy and rum that's a rider for real MCs

Me and Wiley had a clash that's a real MC

Hold tight D double E that's a real OG

I said hold tight D double E that's a real OG

Mad reload ting

Pop pop pop that's a reload ting

And when I say it's Kano in the house

Everybody knows that's a reload ting

If you've been shotting in the manor from way back when

And you ain't on a kilo ting

I don't wanna hear about cunch and food and tings

Man don't do those tings

On-sight thought he was onside init

Saw them guys no shots fired init

If you ain't real then don't ride init

That postcode that's offside init

Badman from which part Dem man do witchcraft

Dem man do obeah us man are kosher

I've been that ni**a since kickers and loafers

In bits where kids don't give a sh*t about olders

Where man don't care 'bout fathers

Man just care 'bout figures

Man don't care 'bout yards

Man just care 'bout bimmers

Man don't care whose arm

Man just care if it's blinging

Man don't care 'bout masks

Man'll do it bare-face init

We don't do none of that bare-face fibbing

The realest sh*t on your airwaves init

3 wheel-ups in a row

That means I'm a direct rudeboy

2 2 yats of my own

That means I'm a direct rudeboy

Man can't call up my phone

Then gwan like a direct rudeboy

One side bag and a stoney

Don't make you a direct rudeboy

Can't tell me nuttin'

Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter

Link jus D red cups out the cupboard

In the jungle I move with original nuttahs

And the same madman fly out for the summer

Lick two blocks who are you Runners

Shut down dance who am I Shottas

Couple wheel-ups at Butterz that's nuttin'

Boiling point I keep it 100

Yeah G goes in

Bag a three-pointer free throw ting swish

Niggas looking at me on a keyhole ting

I'm a gangster and a gentlemen G-host ting

I'm a skinny ni**a ni**a me so slim

Put the jimmy on that's when the D goes in

Man are getting money type the keycodes in

Please can I have my money what's the keycode pin

F**k that niggas wanna act we back them up

Knife game-giving if it's backs I axe them up switch it

I'm man of the match I matched it up

And I'm with the bats I patched it up

Sitting in the trap with crack to cut

I'm sitting in the caff and cracked a cup

I'm silly with the MAC man mashed 'em up

I hit him with the blap then backed the truck

So gully we so slick

K Hollow we both pimps

Can't look inside the window ni**a peep those tints

Better tell the waiter better leave those drinks

Add a little bass you better leave those synths

I'm silly with the clip I'm gonna teach those chimps

Man ah put it on him when we see those wimps

I'm finished with the little ni**a he's so rinsed

He's so jinxed I'm king

And he's no prince

I let it bap bap bap ping ping

And then leave no prints

I said that that that that's me

And yes he's so skint

I'm in the matte black 350

With Clarke let beef go mince

If you don't look after your own yout boy

You're not a direct rudeboy

And you're in DSTRKT popping that Goose boy

You're not a direct rudeboy

Bond Street just bought brand new Gooch bwoy

And you man can't get a new toy

That's why a man's BM just preed

Then sent me a direct rudeboy

16 bars in effect

Might just upset a man's lyrics

Take this pen to your neck

And just Joe Pesci man with it

Cash rules everything around me

That's word to a Method Man lyric

Yeah I roll deep in the east

But I still might Megaman with it

Yeah I said it yeah yeah I said it

Cheques we get it cash and collec' it

That likkle pellet that nah gon' mek it

Rest his head in that man's spaghetti

Yout dem are menace nuttin' like Dennis

Man got straps ain't even got credit

Kids push prams to Westfield to lick it

And run from pigs don't even watch Peppa

Real go-getter geezers know better

But geezers need excitement says Skinner

Don't resort to violence no never

Man just start with violence go figure

Eat man's food before man eat dinner

Buss that booze I roll and drink liquor

Left that Giggsy gat for my ni**a

3 wheel-ups in a row

That means I'm a direct rudeboy

2 2 yats of my own

That means I'm a direct rudeboy

Man can't call up my phone

Then gwan like a direct rudeboy

One side bag and a stoney

Don't make you a direct rudeboy

Can't tell me nuttin'

Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter

Link jus D red cups out the cupboard

In the jungle I move with original nuttahs

And the same madman fly out for the summer

Lick two blocks who are you Runners

Shut down dance who am I Shottas

Couple wheel-ups at Butterz that's nuttin'

Boiling point I keep it 100

Sweet geez