Man Like Peri - P Money

Let me tell you why you’re a pussy

Cuh when my bruddas caught you slipping in Greenwich

And popped one in your eye without spinach

A man said you panicked and left kid bookey

Bare smack talk tryna press man buttons

But you duck as soon as things get a bit pushy

Your heart is mushy, can’t diss my crew

See my crew, and then think everything’s cushty (KO)

My Gs held the ghost in your face

You were scared of getting smacked all over the place

Try talk, we don’t wanna hear what you gotta say

That’s when you heard «splash!»

Ice and coke in your face

Couldn’t see the bang coming towards your head

This is where I start laughing, dead

They said you weren’t swinging back at least once

You were stepping over tables, falling over coleslaw and garlic bread

Where was that guy on them riddims?

You were ruining man’s quarter chicken

You made it worse than it was, hiding behind the counter

That’s why my G had to pick up the PERi-PERi bottle and hiss him

It’s like every year, you get buried

Man got scoped in Nandos and PERi’d

TC, Young Dot, Dot Rotten, Zeph Ellis

Your next name might as well be Perry

You ain’t even Millhouse, you’re Mills' son, AKA Millson

In fact, the way you stepped over everyone

You’re secretly Denilson

Lost count, how many times have I killed him?

When are you gonna diss me with the real ting?

Glock?

Stop lying, that weren’t a real ting

Man got excited for the return of your spirit

I was baffled like, wait, who the fuck killed him?

This guy is cheating life

If you’re so sick, then how come

Both of your aliases flopped and committed suicide

And what did you do when Ruger caught you

At Corey Johnson’s and banged you in the eye?

Nada, jack, third time you never swang back

You ain’t bad rudeboy, that’s a lie

Really at your neck boy, this ain’t a tie

About I never sent Little Dee money

What you gonna do when he tweets

«Dot Rotten is lying»?

Huh?

That one’s gonna be funny

Like say your likkle brudda never came to my yard

And collected the money, come better than that, sonny

I know I’m blick but if I was even there with Chip

He would recognise P Money

Gun to whose head?

Nah, not me sonny

These man will tell you what I’m like

Yardies pull out a strap

I said «blud, everyone stop running»

Had a nank, but they didn’t know I was bluffing

They licked one shot and they started dussing

Greaze accounts, my gang us lot started

Where are your stories?

You ain’t got nothing

Stop hearing rumours and getting excited

And check the facts before you start cussing

You lied on a angry ting

Let me tell you 'bout the anti ting

I grew up with man on both sides, so I never took sides

'Cause I don’t snake friends, that a standard ting

You’re mentioning names you don’t even know

To prove us another rumour ting you’re twisting

Me and Faker was actually cool bro

Two guys you mentioned weren’t there doe

Seven-o, rated then bucked me

A younger swang for me

His own guys had to hot him up

Like «are you fucking dumb G?»

'Cause that weren’t in the plan

Man said don’t touch me

Easily man could’ve rushed me

But guess what, Dot?

Man didn’t rush me?

'Cause I’m like, yo I got respect

And I’m blessed with the realest guys in the ends on fuckery

Only you cry like a girl

Man’s made money and I’ve shared it as well

Man in my circle can tell you I was giving man money

Whether or not they was in or out jail

Keep on coming with the lies, you’ll fail

Arsehole, I can see any lies you tell

Your lies were denied by Maxsta

But he never denied about fucking your girl

If my man actually said he G-checked me

Then a man’s lying, or he must not like me

He messaged me on Snap, so I’ll ask him

And I bet he’ll say «that pussyhole’s lying»

Please, stop confusing any of these girls

To be anything like your wifey

'Cause I’m still adding names to the EP

Can’t lie, it’s looking like an album, my G

Haha, thirty track album cuz

You’re still listening to rumours, that aren’t true

And making your own remixes

There’s no remixes with mine about you

And you wanna make tunes about facts

There’s no facts in it though, ha ha ha ha

You said a lot

Now you got people actually speaking out

On Twitter, saying «no, he’s actually chatting shit»

But, man are not saying I’m chatting shit though

You’ve lost cuz, you’re desperate

You’re getting yourself in more even arms

With more people

You ain’t even gotta worry about me no more

Haha, oi, and can I say this?

Man don’t know who the fuck Jasmine is

But you seem to know a lot

Why do you know?

Haha, hear what I’m saying cuz

When you got some real facts

Then you can make a tune about facts

OG’z, Money Man 'pon mic, Blue Borough

Man know, you’re chatting shit cuz, haha