Worst
Skepta Lyrics


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Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard (what you talkin' 'bout?)
Fuck what you heard

Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst

Fuck what you heard
I been up in the bits
Trapboy can't go broke
They hollering for a fix
Manna' back in effect
Money, power, respect
Try man for a brick
Hit the rave then I flex
Fuck the word on the curb
I've been up in the game
Put a hole in a shirt
Man getting lit like a flame
On the strip, fuck a search
Grab a tool, put in work
Gyal a pop it and twerk
Still with gang on the lane

Doing road, skrr'
Do the road skrr'
See your hoe, I swerve
Tell 'em fuck what they heard
Do a show on your turf
Stepped in for the search
Man bagged with that bird
Six braps and then rr rr!
Man's road, man's curb
They clean man's dirt
Girly giving man err
Out ere looking skrr'
Trackie un-der
If I touch her, she gon' squirt
When I lose, I come first
Try diss me, that's a curse

Purple, smokin'
Mix the Henny, make a potion
Hit the road on a mad ting
Cause up bare commotion
Ting, loaded
Catch us slugging, get folded
Bread, get Hovis
Run it up and just hold it
Dem man are informers
Dem man are some talkers
Over here we keep quiet
I ain't heard or saw shit
About business, man important
Phone ringing, they calling
I'm whippin' up, put the fork in
'Til the dough reach enormous

Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst

Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that
And the warlord come with the warlord chat
Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back
Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that
Can't turn on people and try come back
Nah likkle yute, man it don't work like that
Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that
Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that

I know you heard about us on the curb
If I said that I got bro then that's my word
Wrist work, flexin' 'til it hurts
With the driver, whizzin' and skrr
Take a next step, put it in thirds
Call up, call up, in the corner, corner
They can hold no search
Top Boy, I'm cooler
When you see the name, gotta big it up first
Ain't got one, can't lift man skrr
Baby birth, then man lift off skirt
I see your girl chillin' man's Merc
Section Season, fuck what you heard

There's something that I think you should know
I been on the edge, man I beg you please don't push me bro
See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes
You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls
I told 'em a million times
Us man are in control
Theresa knows Britain is mine
On the frontpage covered in gold
I tried to show man wah gwan
See my man rubbing his nose
Now man have got life on track
Them man are still out there troubling hoes
Oh no

Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge




Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Skepta's song "Worst" featuring Section Boyz focus on the street code of loyalty and gang culture. The line "Fuck what you heard, my G's are the worst" highlights the notion that the gang members' reputation precedes them and that they are not to be underestimated. The lyrics also mention money, power, and respect, which is a common theme in hip-hop culture. Additionally, the lyrics mention violence and illegal activities such as purging, trapping and putting in work, making a hole in a shirt, and grabbing a tool (a gun).


The song mostly focuses on how Skepta and Section Boyz's reputation is not just based on rumors or hearsay, but are earned through their exploits as gang members. They assert their control over their territory and do not hesitate to take action against anyone who disrespects them. The song also touches on their sexual exploits, as they reference a girl popping it and twerking, and mention slugging (having sex) with girls. The lyrics also mention not trusting anyone outside of their circle, especially informers.


Overall, the song's themes revolve around gang culture, violence, and proving one's loyalty and reputation.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuck what you heard
Disregard any rumors or gossip


Fuck what you heard (what you talkin' 'bout?)
Question the validity of any information that has been shared


My G's are the worst
My friends and associates will do whatever it takes to maintain their reputation


Diss me, that's a curse
If you disrespect me, you will suffer negative consequences


Late night on a purge
Engaging in illegal activity at night


Four man in a Merc
Four people in a Mercedes-Benz


Door slam and then burst
Entering forcefully through a door


I been up in the bits
I've spent time in the dangerous parts of town


Trapboy can't go broke
Someone involved in illegal activities cannot afford to be without money


They hollering for a fix
People are in need of drugs


Manna' back in effect
Things are back to how they used to be


Money, power, respect
The things people desire


Try man for a brick
Attempt to scam someone for money


Hit the rave then I flex
Go to a party and show off


Fuck the word on the curb
Ignore the rumors in the community


I've been up in the game
I have experience in this lifestyle


Put a hole in a shirt
Shoot someone


Man getting lit like a flame
Someone enjoying themselves intensely


On the strip, fuck a search
Avoid being caught by the police


Grab a tool, put in work
Use a weapon to commit a crime


Gyal a pop it and twerk
A woman dancing sexually


Still with gang on the lane
I am still with my group on the street


Doing road, skrr'
Driving fast on the road


See your hoe, I swerve
Avoiding someone's girlfriend


Do a show on your turf
Performing a concert in someone's neighborhood


Stepped in for the search
Stopped for a police search


Man bagged with that bird
Someone caught with illegal drugs


Six braps and then rr rr!
Firing a gun multiple times


Man's road, man's curb
The street and sidewalk belong to everyone in the neighborhood


They clean man's dirt
They handle the dirty work for me


Girly giving man err
A woman giving someone a hard time


Out ere looking skrr'
I'm out here looking cool


Trackie un-der
Wearing a tracksuit


If I touch her, she gon' squirt
If I have sex with her, she will orgasm


When I lose, I come first
Even when I lose, I am still better than everyone else


Purple, smokin'
Smoking marijuana


Mix the Henny, make a potion
Mixing cognac and other substances


Hit the road on a mad ting
Going out and having a great time


Cause up bare commotion
Causing a lot of excitement


Ting, loaded
A gun is available


Catch us slugging, get folded
If you confront us, you will suffer harm


Bread, get Hovis
Making money


Run it up and just hold it
Make money and keep it safe


Dem man are informers
These people are providing information to the authorities


Dem man are some talkers
These people are just talking and not taking action


Over here we keep quiet
We do not speak about our illegal activities


I ain't heard or saw shit
I have no knowledge of anything illegal or dangerous


About business, man important
I am focused on building my wealth and reputation


Phone ringing, they calling
People are trying to reach me


I'm whippin' up, put the fork in
I am cooking something and almost finished


'Til the dough reach enormous
I will continue to make money until it is a lot


Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that
Give me a little bit of everything


And the warlord come with the warlord chat
I am a powerful leader with threatening speech


Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back
I have sex with many women


Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that
I am here to conquer and dominate the music industry


Can't turn on people and try come back
If you betray someone, you cannot expect to be welcomed back


Nah likkle yute, man it don't work like that
I am not a child, I know better


Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that
Hey girl, look at what's happening in the neighborhood


I know you heard about us on the curb
You've heard rumors about us in the community


If I said that I got bro then that's my word
If I claim someone as a friend, it is true


Wrist work, flexin' 'til it hurts
Showing off expensive jewelry and watches


With the driver, whizzin' and skrr
Riding around quickly with a friend


Take a next step, put it in thirds
Making more money by expanding your operation


Call up, call up, in the corner, corner
Making phone calls to arrange something


They can hold no search
The police cannot find anything illegal on us


Top Boy, I'm cooler
I am the best in my area


When you see the name, gotta big it up first
My reputation is well-respected and admired


Ain't got one, can't lift man skrr
I cannot be lifted or controlled by anyone


Baby birth, then man lift off skirt
As soon as the baby is born, I am leaving the situation


I see your girl chillin' man's Merc
I see your girlfriend riding in my car


Section Season, fuck what you heard
We are the best in our area, ignore the rumors


There's something that I think you should know
I have something important to share


I been on the edge, man I beg you please don't push me bro
I am close to my limit, please do not provoke me


See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes
I am ignoring people who are beneath me


You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls
If you mess with me, you will suffer the consequences


I told 'em a million times
I have said it many times before


Us man are in control
We are the ones in power


Theresa knows Britain is mine
I am in charge, not the government


On the frontpage covered in gold
My success and wealth is well-known to everyone


I tried to show man wah gwan
I tried to explain what is happening


See my man rubbing his nose
Someone is using drugs


Now man have got life on track
I am successful and living a good life


Them man are still out there troubling hoes
Some people are still causing problems in the community


Oh no
Oh, no (expression of surprise or disappointment)




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOSEPH OLAITAN ADENUGA, FABAIN BROWNE, JORDAN CARLOS DUNCAN, BRADLEY GEORGE, RYAN JAMES DANIEL LYLE, KEMOY LENORDO RHODEN, TERELL LEE ROOKWOOD

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@BondTheOGYT

The beat reminds me of "It ain't safe for the block"

@BondTheOGYT

at some parts

@alarei999

Bond Move from here you COD neek

@khaldrogo6130

Alarei Cant believe people still say the word "neek" to par someone.

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