[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]