"Woo Riddim (Chipmunk)" lyrics

It's me
Yeah

I am the grime scene saviour, Rudolph raver
Chick-King eater, T high-streeter
Yeah, real boss in this
Lobster in corporate offices
I'm like, I'm like-like what the fuck is this?
Who do they think they're fucking with?
It's like they forgot all the Logan shows
It's like they forgot Fuck Radio, wait
True talk, fuck radio
I'm all over it, they're all over Chip
TV ads and billboards
Like you can't book me for a bill, darg
I'm just keeping it real, darg
They're still tryna act real hard
I never, ever lie in my lyrics
So this must be some real bars
The grime scene's full of fronters
Too much gun talk, not enough gun men
Too many songs, not enough shows
Too many lyrics and not enough dough like
How can anyone dislike me?
I'm so cool, so smiley
Pop starring but so grimy
Think I can't spit? Come try me
I'm a trend setter
I'm as rotten as Rotten but I just dress better
I'm maturing, that's more cheddar, and you're boring
So I turn you off, fuck all of ya
I tell dem man throw in the towel
Man have got fans like Simon Cowell
I don't wanna stop there, I wanna say more
I'm gonna go house shopping after my tour
Yeah, I've got some money, but I wanna make more
And more and more and more and more
Cocky as fuck, yeah, I take the piss
I'm all that and a bag of chips
Fuck everybody who's chatting shit
When I was 16, you weren't clashing Chip
Now I'm 19 on some major shit
Prick

Yeah
I'll be back