Shotta

[Hook]
Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots"
Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots
Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like
After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like
Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots"
Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots
Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like
After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like

[Verse 1]
Yo, it starts with the bar
The crowd sing along when I start off a bar
Sometimes I forget the start of the bar
Sometimes they already started the bar
You know me, I don't MC for a laugh
But you know me, cuzzy, I'm calm and a laugh
P, never been after the charts
I erupt on mic and I lava on dance
You know why? Cause I'm not a bossman, I'm a boss
Self-employed badman with bars
Come on then, show me your rudeboy bars
Next verse, I'll show you rudeboy bars
Yeah, I've got one of them slogan bars
Clash me, you might have to hold them bars
You ain't me, you can never own them bars
When I drop this, everybody knows them bars cause

[Hook]
Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots"
Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots
Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like
After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like
Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots"
Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots
Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like
After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like

[Verse 2]
At the back in the corner
And got chronic like it was a slew dem ting
2015, yeah, it's a crew dem ting
Educate, look after yute dem ting
Bring out the vinyls, dust off the needles
No drugs, nah, we don't do dem tings
Part of the verse, I'll be kicking out fans like
Nah blud, you don't do dem tings
Somebody tell em we don't do dem tings
Round here blud, we don't do dem tings
Get man sacked, I might do dem tings
Fall in love with a sket? We don't do dem tings
Nah, I said we don't do that
Mek riddims drop then bring the tune back
Salute the MC like "gwarn, are you that?"
Old-school vinyls, I brought the mood back like

[Hook]
Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots"
Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots
Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like
After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like
Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots"
Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots
Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like
After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like

[Verse 3]
You know why? Cuh man are rudeboy
Got tools, none of them are spanners, rudeboy
Your crew? That's full of spanners, rudeboy
Your boot? That's full of spanners, rudeboy
On deck, might hear a spanner, rudeboy
On deck, your DJ's a clanger, rudeboy
Swag, not one banger, rudeboy
Uppercut man like stand up, rudeboy, like
Blud, where was your manners, rudeboy?
Come here, I'll teach you manners, rudeboy
Lewisham? That's my manor, rudeboy
New Cross? That's my manor, rudeboy
Sydenham? That's my manor, rudeboy
Blue Borough? That's my manor, rudeboy
I don't wanna see man walk off stage
So next time we could go Jammer's, rudeboy, like

[Hook]
Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots"
Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots
Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like
After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like