Skepta – No Stress (ft. Michael Phantom & L3) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Skepta is back with “No Stress” featuring Michael Phantom & L3. Listen, stream, watch the video, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by 1Mind, DJ Stanfill, Reske & Di$.

Skepta No Stress

Skepta has been a busy guy this year, even if he didn’t drop a solo project. He’s been on a more collaborative tip as of late, recently working with D Block Europe’s Young Adz and Chip for the intergenerational project, Insomnia. Beyond that, he’s delivered a few stand-out verses on songs with Octavian, D Double Diesle, Gorillaz, and much more.

The sound has been moving beyond grime and Skepta hasn’t been scared of embracing change. The latest offering from the UK legend comes in the form of a collaboration with Essie Gang’s L3 and Michael Phantom on “No Stress.” Spooky trap production back the three as Skepta details a lifestyle of riches and luxury while L3 and Michael Phantom come through with sheer charisma and swag on their verses.

Skepta – No Stress (ft. Michael Phantom & L3) (prod. 1Mind, DJ Stanfill, Reske & Di$)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Skepta]
Skrrt-ooh
Wake up in some cold sweats (Brrt, brrt)

[Chorus: Skepta]
I give you nightmares, wake up in some cold sweats (Ha)
I just made a hundred in my sleep, it’s no stress
I not see that girl no more, nah, that’s a old flex (Huh?)
Walk onto the plane, I’m tryna fuck a hostess (Sexy)
Keep some drillers ’round me, I ain’t takin’ no checks (Greaze)
Kill your bloodclart, tell a pussy “Don’t test” (Brrt)
We gon’ catch you slipping, get the drop like oh, yes (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Pull up, blow this smoke until there ain’t no smoke left (Greaze)

[Verse 1: L3 & Skepta]
She said she wanna come get this dick so I told her “Come on then, bitch” (Yeah)
A man try come on some big man ting so I taught him a lesson (Yeah)
If you ever see me go to rise this toy, no, I’m not pretending (Yeah)
AR15s in the back of the car and they come fully loaded
Scope with the beam, got him down, pop him down, wrap him in sheets
I do shit you cannot believe
Chop it down, fly it out, bring back the P’s
Then we did the drive-by, drive-by
Try drill round your team
And see when them shots start fly-by, you coulda been seen

[Chorus: Skepta]
I give you nightmares, wake up in some cold sweats (Ha)
I just made a hundred in my sleep, it’s no stress
I not see that girl no more, nah, that’s a old flex (Huh?)
Walk onto the plane, I’m tryna fuck a hostess (Sexy)
Keep some drillers ’round me, I ain’t takin’ no checks (Greaze)
Kill your bloodclart, tell a pussy “Don’t test” (Brrt)
We gon’ catch you slipping, get the drop like oh, yes (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Pull up, blow this smoke until there ain’t no smoke left (Greaze)

[Verse 2: Skepta]
I got too many bruddas, I might pull up in a Vito
If I’m in the hood then I’m with Corz or I’m with Teeko
I was out in Cuba speaking Spanish, un poquito
Casablanca fit, these ladies call me sauveacito
I love marijuana, in a week, I smoke a kilo
With my model ting, she sniffin’ A1 perico
I’m that kind of criminal, spit some game to my PO
This them rudeboy riddims, need to wheel it, need a reload (Goddamn)

[Verse 3: Michael Phantom]
Oh, yes
She the hostess with the mostest
Big back one, come poke out the long dress
Short skirt on, lookin’ fine like a hot mess
Don’t test me or none of my bruddas
Hot plate and the knife slice like butter
Catch me slippin’, might draw my cutter
That girl there can never be my lover
Never meet my mother
Tippy-toes, she givin’ me that litty dome
Been doin’ this since this Motorola, ‘member them flippy phones?
I’m all about that cookie dough
Speak Spanish, un poquito
Smokin’ cigars and I’m on the beach and sippin’ a mojito (Them man are sleepin’)

[Chorus: Skepta]
I give you nightmares, wake up in some cold sweats (Ha)
I just made a hundred in my sleep, it’s no stress
I not see that girl no more, nah, that’s a old flex (Huh?)
Walk onto the plane, I’m tryna fuck a hostess (Sexy)
Keep some drillers ’round me, I ain’t takin’ no checks (Greaze)
Kill your bloodclart, tell a pussy “Don’t test” (Brrt)
We gon’ catch you slipping, get the drop like oh, yes (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Pull up, blow this smoke until there ain’t no smoke left (Greaze)