Matty Gale - 207 Lyrics

Roll through the street might roll through the block
Come on move your feet go dope on a bop
Hopin' I slow down hopin' I stop
When I skirt to the right no hope for the cops
See me in a 207
With the boot open
And then the tunes go shreddin
Through the roof so steady
In the booth so ready
With the a groove so heavy
Got the crew so jelly when I
Don't tell 'em bout me
I'm the best mc
Bust in 2019 lyrics
Real fella I don't like these gimmicks
Deal seller I don't fight these kiddies
Cuz I'm on my own vibe when I write these riddim's
And I work in a different country
Coming home and I spit shit funky
Scenes full of fakes and the lip-sync junkies
Bassline poppin when I twist it punchy
2018 last year was a monster
Don't ask how I was
'Cuz I wasn't even conscious
Spent half my time off my bonce in a concert
Keys in my pocket and she's tellin me she wants it
Coming through on my different shit
Keep close friends and a distant chick
Everybody act like there shit don't stink
When I come through the place on my disco kicks
Yeah, sick one 2019
Lemme show you that
I am a soldier with
Rhymes that a colder than five of you posers
You hide when my flows on the side of my holster
I slide it and go for the guys in the rolls Royce
Not fancy but my flows sick
Stop dancing bust a whole clip
Swap hands i'm trustin' no chick
When I sit pop champs it's mustard oh shit
Go getter
Cold flow shredder
Ain't no body in your post code better
New shits sick but my old flows better
When I'm stealin the cash of your home grown cheddar
And I see all the thoughts he thinks
West Yorkshire to the north east lincs
Birds in the room with like 14 kinks
But she's the only reason I bought these drinks
Go mad come and dance on the decks
Her knees round my waist and her hands on my neck
Thinking she liked me I fancied a bet
So I hop skip and Jump and I land in her bed