Stormzy Shut Up Lyrics

State your name cuz!

Stormzy init.

What we doing today?

Rapping init

Yeah, fucking rapping,

Yeah fire in the park, let’s go!

Man try say he’s better than me

Tell my man shut up

Mention my name in your tweets

Oi rude boy, shut up

How can you be better than me?

Shut up

Best in the scene?

Tell my man mehn

Shut up

Couple man called me a backup dancer

Onstage at the BRITs, I’m a backup dancer

If that makes me a backup dancer

The man in your vids, backup dancer

The man in your pics, backup dancer

Man wanna chat about backup dancer

Big man like me with a beard

I’m a big man, how the fuck can I back up?

Army comes everywhere I go

I can’t run when my enemies show

Walk in the club with all of my tugs

Party’s done, everybody go home

Apart from the girl dem, you lot stay

Walk in the club, all the girls say hey

Tell a man like I’m K to the A

There’s no champagne, we don’t rave

Yeah, I’m the best, I’m so cocky

I’ve got a mob like A$AP Rocky

I set trends, dem man copy

They catch feelings, I catch bodies

They roll deep, I roll squaddy

Got about 25 goons in my posse

They drink Bailey’s, I drink Vossy

I get merky, they get worried

If you got a G-A-T, bring it out

Most of the real bad boys in the south

If you wanna do me something, I’m about

I’m not a gangster, I’m just about

But you see my man over there with the pouch

Dare one of you man try get loud

All of my mandem move so foul

I might sing but I ain’t sold out

Nowadays all of my shows sold out

Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out

When we roll in, they roll out

I’m so London, I’m so south

Food in the ends like there ain’t no drought

Flipz don’t talk like he’s got no mouth

I wanna make my mum so proud

Like “Yo, mum, book a flight, go now.”

All of my ex girls talk to me hard

Talk to my face, don’t talk to my palm

Had four bills and I bought me a car

Little red whip that I bought for my marge

I straight murk, it’s a walk in the park

I take care when I water my plants

These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics

You ain’t even lord of your yard

Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone

Me and your girl, we speak on the phone

Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own

Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne

I was out hungry, so damn hungry

Man tried eat then leave me the bones

Now these niggas, they need me to grow

Hot chocolate and a panini to go

I’m a big man, fuck a postcode war

Man were upset about the MOBO Awards

Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards

Why? Cause I ain’t won a MOBO before

Der, all of you MCs sound so bitter

Shut down wireless, shut down Twitter

Shoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper

Best my age, yeah blud, look

If you don’t rate me, shame on you

If you don’t rate me, shame on you

Can I order a deathbed for an MC?

He wants beef with me? Make that two

Anyone else wanna make that move?

Anyone else wanna pay their dues?

Stiff Chocolate, yeah my face so smooth

Impostors wanna take my tune, check it

Don’t even talk too much, you’re a talker

Dem man still go halves on a quarter

Saw me turn from a prince to a pauper

Two cigarettes and a bottle of water

Told the bouncer I’ll get the bottles in order

Man in the kitchen putting in orders

Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water

Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters

Brown skin girl and a couple of dark ones

Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths

Chatting bare fucking shit

Shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouths

Oi rude boy shut up

One time yeah, chatting bare fucking shit

Shut up man

Pussy’s what