Who do you think rolls down to the club
With a big fat gang all my boys like this
Who do you think shuts down a shop
We pop balls don't stop like we don't give a shit
Who do you think's on spot like what
Like what, like what do you think this is
I ain't got time for the bullshit
Me and my man just wanna get laid
I tell 'em I'm ready for whatever at the bar
They telling me they see me on the telly I'm a star
I tell 'em I'm a underground brother that's sub par
That's a wasted line right there, it's a force
So pick up the pace
If you can't get down get the fuck out my face
Got that sound that'll fuck up the place
I ain't running away brother fuck what you say
Ah, so pick up the pace
If you can't get down get the fuck out my face
Got that sound that'll fuck up the place
I ain't running away brother fuck what you say
Got that sound that'll fuck up the place
Who's that brother with incredible charm
Get the venom in the sets, setting everybody off
There's a fire in the booth, my god
Like fire, let me loose then I'm gone
Oh, just give me the mic one time
Welcome to the house of grime
I been doing this thing since early
Rude boy you ain't got a chance in life
Ah, so pick up the pace
If you can't get down get the fuck out my face
Got that sound that'll fuck up the place
I ain't running away brother fuck what you say
Ah, so pick up the pace
If you can't get down get the fuck out my face
Got that sound that'll fuck up the place
I ain't running away brother fuck what you say
Ah, so pick up the pace
If you can't get down get the fuck out my face
Got that sound that'll fuck up the place
I ain't running away brother fuck what you say
Ah, so pick up the pace
If you can't get down get the fuck out my face
Got that sound that'll fuck up the place
I ain't running away brother fuck what you say
Got that sound that'll fuck up the place