Lyrics TKO – Swarmz
Yo, they don’t wanna see me go mad, Hulk Hogan
Should I pick Jake Paul, should I pick Logan
Licking off shots, so they call me Phil Foden
Coming for necks, nah, brudda I ain’t joking
What’s the Plan B, Kristen Hanby, get me angry
Dish out the candy, legs shakin’, make it wobble like Bambi
Don’t play games, brudda this ain’t Jumanji
Mum said I should go invest
Austin, he got repossessed
If you’re bad, yo, brudda come speak with chest
If you don’t step right, then you might get left
How can you leave your girlfriend stressed
Now your kids homeless, don’t you think that’s f’d
But the prick’s hopeless, must be smoking meth
Thought you had Hovis, but you must have less
Who’s that bredda, Joe Weller
Don’t lemme go and grab for the leather
Big .44, no safety sweater
The kickback huge, come big like Heather
Two weeks straight, man collected cheddar
Punch man up like whatever the weather
Joe wasn’t talking when we was together
Put us in the ring, I’ma show man pressure
Jordan, Harvey, forget Wassabi
I was in the party, tryna get narni
Then I got a call from Mams, KSI
Kristen Hanby, I ain’t gonna lie
Corns gonna fly, are you tryna die
Send him to the sky, I ain’t tryna hear replies
Lemme give advice if I pull up with the guys
Me n’ you ain’t really size if I swing a hefty right
Still got Deji up on my rador
Don’t take man for idiot, Pineda
Can everyone please do me a favour
Leave me to count all my paper
Two-two favour, swing jaw breaker
Half Bajan but I rep Jamaica
Businessman, but I love my paper
Don’t play games, nah this ain’t the Sega
Bryce Hall, you could never be an idol
Bryce Hall, after the fight you’ll need a bible
Austin clapped you, how suicidal
When I beat man up, man I want my title
Jordan fly like, Michael, Vital, coming like a cycle
Roll with the mandem moving tribal
If I swing my left hand at his eyeball
He ain’t on it, just be honest
Lock s**t down like my name is Boris
Any little yute, man, you need some porridge
Their heart ain’t in it, they need some courage
Yo, upfront like Kane and Sturridge
Yeah, they hate, but they don’t pay homage
Dropped out of school and I didn’t go college
Wrapped up a fool and his b**ch gave me knowledge
Yo, they don’t wanna see me go mad, Hulk Hogan
Should I pick Jake Paul, should I pick Logan
Licking off shots, so they call me Phil Foden
Coming for necks, nah, brudda I ain’t joking
What’s the Plan B Kristen Hanby, get me angry
Dish out the candy, legs shakin’, make it wobble like Bambi
Don’t play games, brudda this ain’t Jumanji…
