Disappointing

So disappointed

Yo

(Traphouse Mob)

I came to your show, and moved to your brother in front of your dad (real talk)

Your old man just stood there pissed (real talk)

I said pops, why you look so sad? (So sad)

Shoulda known better

You know I had to show your little brother I′m harder

Shoulda known better

Then you brought me out on stage right after

Yo, fuck you prick

Go and back your bro before you suck my dick

About suck your mum, I soon bust your lip

We don't say them things

Ay, look, cut the shit

It′s all jokes on Twitter, all jokes on Twitter 'til you say the wrong thing

Now it's smoke from Twitter

And the mandem are pulling your coke from Twitter

Like, crack man sold but the coke goes quicker

You crackhead cunt, don′t know no killers

Don′t mention J 'cause you ain′t no Jigga

Mention my name for the clout, go figure

Know them niggas from the south so realer (so realer)

Oi, Wiley's a prick, cah he love talk shit

Then he sobers up and then begs it (begs it)

I′m so big that the only thing bigger than me last year was Brexit

I can't tweet, I′m too reckless (woo)

I'm too BBC Breakfast (woo)

Free smoke, so come get this (woo)

Disrespect, we don't tek this (ah)

The old man′s got a death wish (ah)

Old man, you′ll regret this

Alright then, challenge accepted

Smoke on sight from the bruddas I step with

Wiley, lay off the crack, I don't like that

Online talking smack, I don′t like that

You told me suck your mum, I don't like that

See when I slap your face, you best fight back

Heavy Is The Head out now, so go buy that (yeah)

They say that I′m pop, I don't mind that (yeah)

All you pussy boys should say thank you

True say, I′m the one who brought grime back (Traphouse Mob)

The boy just way too anointed (yes)

And I'm not mad, I'm disappointed (uh)

′Cause your first dub′s going in the toilet (true)

But there's more to come, I won′t spoil it

Still got smoke for your V-Neck (yeah)

Started on J, so I'm guessing it′s me next

Your dad watched your bro get G-checked

Bitch boy ting, whole fam full of rejects

Where was you when your little bro was moving nervous?

You told me he deserved it

No respect for you, you ain't earned it

I′m Big Mike, and I sing and rhyme

They hate when I sing but give 'em time

Number one in this thing of mine

That's what makes me the king of grime so

Ahh, Wiley, man, I′m so disappointed