Sniper - D Power Diesle, Skepta

Teddy

Teddy

Yeah, yeah

Ever since Diesle put us on two 'til four

Yardie kicks, shit coming off the hinges

You can see the prints from the boots on the door

Jump on the stage like «Who wanna war?»

I’m not a yout' anymore

But don’t get it twisted, I’m still a big kid

Might pull up in the whip with the windows tinted

Bags full of cash like Ricky and Ingrid

Got bad B’s that’ll make it clap for me

Got G’s that’ll make it clap for me

Push your wig back for me

Told you, don’t disrespect the Lord, that’s blasphemy

Why would you play with your life?

Don’t act up again, you know that ain’t really wise

Last time, my brudda’s had the Twix in the ride

That’s two sticks for you and your pussy’ole guys

My enemies get splashed without water

And I be in the kitchen cooking up a snack for my daughter

Never get my hands dirty, I don’t link cats on the corner

It’s Big Smoke, I ain’t talking no steam and sauna

Psycho, man, I’m too out of order

Keep my name out your mouth rude boy, you’re a fan, better still you’re a

stalker