Stormzy – Pop Boy (feat. Aitch) Lyrics

Pop Boy

Stormzy (feat. Aitch)

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"Pop Boy." - Stormzy (feat. Aitch)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:02 am

Album: Heavy Is The Head

Track No: 10

Yeah
And it's like
Yo
Your boy's too hot, put a fan on
I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on
I'm not the brudda you can go and put your hand on
I'm just cooking up some flavour, then I mix it like I'm Alan
A bit of strength and a little bit of core
Could've had my little brother drenched, dripping in Dior
Long time I was kipping on the floor
Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior
Flex on 'em, they talk on my name, then backslide
I ain't even spitting no more, I rap glide
Pree you try and jump on my boat, will capsize
Coming like I'm one of the GOATs, I'm that nice
So it's old flows, new flows, rose gold Hublots
Now I'm on the road doing shows for some Euros
Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace
#Merky, that's a pillar of my faith, oh
Nightmare coming for the crown, man, I'm coming there
Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here
Been the top boy for a couple summers here
And I'm popping like the Kente that my mama wears, yeah
So quit running out your mouth
Real gully **** coming out the South
So no, I am not the one, man, I just drop for fun
Still got a lot to come, Fred, you forgot the drums
Wait there
Aye, in my city, I'm the top boy
And I didn't even have to be in Top Boy
If you're asking what I've done, then it's a lot, boy
You rap Meeks make me wanna be a pop boy
Aye, in my city, I'm the top boy
Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy"
On a mission, swear they wishing that I flop, boy
But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy
Yeah, yeah
Your boy's too cold, put the heat on
I ain't ever under pressure, man, it's pressure that I feed on
Money movements and shellers, that what my team on
I got tekkers, you know it's getting peppered if it's got me on
Stunting for the 'Gram, I don't risk it for a like
Fall back a second, fam and have a think about your life
Stop moving so fast, you gotta chill and take your time
You ain't thought about it right if you don't think about it twice
What boy's chatting to me like a top boy?
Bro, I pop bottles and bitches, I never pop toys
Manny way, couple block boys and some hot boys
Stood up on the block, boy, finna drop the top, boy
You hate me and I ain't a fan of you (Nope)
Seen what I done in a year, imagine two
Young Aitch, I'm going clear, I'm coming through
Quick to switch pace, upping a gear and bun a zoot like
Flex on 'em, bust a little move for the boomerang
Everybody's sitting and watching me while I do my dance
Trust me, this ain't nothing new to gang
Liquor by the load, don't have a clue how much juice I drank
Grab a bag when I stack, not a rack
Rack a track, want a plaque, not a wack
Bag of gash, tryna chat, but it's cap
Get me mad, you ain't bad, man, it's sad
Aye, in my city I'm the top boy
And I didn't even have to be in Top Boy
If you're asking what I've done, then it's a lot, boy
You rap Meeks make me wanna be a pop boy
Aye, in my city I'm the top boy
Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy"
On a mission, swear they wishing that I flop, boy
But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy

Writer(s): Fred Gibson, Harrison Armstrong, Michael Omari & Thomas Mackenzie Bell.

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