Strap In

Strap In (Skepta I Spy)

 

(Intro)

Yeah

Yeah

What you saying G.

Big up Peckham

King's College Hospital

eo.

 

(Verse 1)

What pussy niggas be saying

Cant test me, cause its devil I be playing

When I take your soul, kneel

and start praying

 

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

 

Sold your soul, forget to read the fine print?

Sold your soul, are you sure you're fine bitch

Sold your soul, so you're not gonna be fine prick

 

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

 

Must be insane

Can't catch a break

Smack you up

Feel my pain

Imma chef you so hard you gonna shatter like you are a glass pane

I'-ll just smile and flush

I'-ll just stand there bruv

Ne-ver call me cuz

It's too late to

 

(Hook)

Strap in before you get fucked

It's too late, you are about to get fucked G

It's too late, I'll rob you for your money

It's too late, you are about to get fucked G

It's too late, I'll rob you for your money

It's too late, you are about to get fucked G

It's too late, I'll rob you for your money

It's too late, you are about to get fucked G

 

(Verse 2)

You lot gonna get merked

Do you want me to try?

Cause I'll put in the work

Can't calm me cause that won't work

I'm One for All, you could say that's my quirk

You can go Full Power, but that won't work

 

I've ascended, beyond gods.

Test your might, you fancy the odds?

Take your girl, make her work them quads

Don't @ me or I'll respond

#'Sung don't need Air Pods

Pull up with the 'dem and shank your squad

Pull up with the 'dem and shank your squad

Pull up with the 'dem and shank your squad

Pull up with your men before you clock

Pull up with your men before you clock

Pull up with your men before you clock

 

(Hook)

Strap in before you get fucked

It's too late, you are about to get fucked G

It's too late, I'll rob you for your money

It's too late, you are about to get fucked G

It's too late, I'll rob you for your money

It's too late, you are about to get fucked G

It's too late, I'll rob you for your money

It's too late, you are about to get fucked G

 

(Verse 3)

Made in Peckham then fell down the ladder

Burgess or Norman, you pick the latter

You can test me but you don't really matter

You can say shit cause all you do is chatter

When they spin your jaw it shatters

They spun your jaw and boxed your bladder

They spun your jaw and boxed your bladder

They spun your jaw and boxed your bladder

 

I'm the Next Hype but I'm not Tempa T

You can compare me to MC's, OG's

But please mind my temper

Or eo. will remember

But please mind my temper

Or eo. will remember

eo. will remember

I said eo. will remember

 

Outro

More-more money more paper

I wanna make more dough than a baker

More-more money more paper

I wanna make more dough than a baker

More-more money more paper

I wanna make more dough than a baker

More-money more paper

I wanna make more dough than a baker

Big up Skepta innit

Brap!