LYRICS
[Intro, Kamakaze]
Yeah, told man its not a good look
Listen, aye
Thats not a good look, thats not a good look
Nah
[Sticky, YO Massappeals]
[Chorus, Kamakaze]
Thats not a good look
Claim you bang with the gang, when it came you was prang
Thats not a good look
Thinking you bad cause you got your hoods up
Thats not a good look
Begging reloads thats not a good
Teef a next mans bars thats not a good
Yeah i’d wish you good look but fake love fam thats not a good look.
[Verse 1, Kannan]
I’m Jean Claud when I’m on war
Boot off your don’s door
Kick off your dons jaw
Run through with a 9 like rondoor
Then go for a paddle at ponds forge
Man will move to mum like bonjour
Put something all on her face like contour
Man **** up the bass like Diplo
For my brothers in the can like Vimto
I know thats not a good look but still for my brothers in the can man will move fizzy
Keep **** 150 I’m too grizzy
Would war but I’m too busy
Its a revolution who’s with me
Couldn’t care for a house rave theme
think that he’s gwopped in his ballmain jeans
and your clothes look nice but your house ain’t clean thats…
[Chorus,]
[Verse 2, Kamakaze]
Flow of the century, Verse of the year
Still man wouldn’t try burst my career
them man are having a bubble and living within it
don’t make man burst your career
Watch man make it then try claim it fam don’t try reimburse my career
and i never had big man helping on my own ting like Trim Van Helsing
Got the sauce like a chip vans serving and if mans lurking ill it man murking ill lift man certain
**** anybody that did man dirty the big mans certy
No p for pet you can’t chip for cab
you was in a club trying to lips a yat
bare off peak skanking missed the dab
had no doe for the drink hat to hit the tab
[Chorus]
[Verse 3, L Dizz]
Come round with fake love ill dismiss ya
Press the X like Cowel
Fam i ride for my brothers and my sisters
While the hate dry’s you up like using towels
I don’t care bout veiws on channels i win my battles
And i got the biggest Job like I’m steve from apple
But I’m never gonna die, my flow stays peppering up guys
Leave you wet like a bottle of shnapple (Ah)
My souls what the hood has took
stop fronting on gram thats not a good old look
and my pads got the waviest bars inside my dog
thats what you call a flooded book
talking about gang gang
when the real dogs around you get prang prang
and I’m fed up of these fake guys
they’re so low while I’m high cause a dank branch
[Chorus x2]