Action Man Lyrics – Pete, Bas

Read the full Action Man lyrics by Pete and Bas along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Pete’s music, you can also explore Yaya, another song by Pete.

[Intro]
(Omelette du fromage)

[Chorus: Pete & Bas]
Chin wag in a boozer
Quick count of the mula
Boy talk to me nicely or it’s
Click bang with the Ruger, uh
Neck five of the Jackson’s
Straight face when I backed ’em
And if he’s talking figures then man
I’m down for some action

Tall glass of the Gordon’s, ta
Hallmark on me Audemars
Tom Ford on me neck, me wrist
You get hit with the whiff when I’m walking past
Dripped out, Aquafina
Get loud, back the nina
If a goddamn toaster jams
I jump out the jar and I slap the geezer

[Verse 1: Pete]
Got slapped with a sentence, went down
Came back with a vengeance and now
I’m bringing that smoke in a silk-cut suit
While I’m puffing on a Benson, wapow
*Whistles* ‘Sapenning ladies?
Eyes on the prize while I hold the door
And if a Potter don’t pay the paper
Leave a scar on his face like Voldemort

[Verse 2: Bas]
VV’s in my necklace shining
Ten large on the watch and chain
Pour gin in a high-ball glass
Roll buds of the finest strain
Get high with the wife, she’s naked

Outside by the pool in Spain
Come jump on the jumbo jet
I’ll take you mile-high while I pop Champagne

[Verse 3: Pete]
Loading a clip then spray
Had a man lit like Christmas Day
Dropped down and I made him pray
You know I don’t mean in a Christian way
Put jewels on a Jesus pendant
Lord forgive me if I strike him down
And if a man try take the stash
He gets wrapped like packs of the white and brown

[Verse 4: Bas]
Kitchen king with the pots and pans
Trap line pings and I pop them round
Whip that white like a Bostom Cream
It’s time to make dough, no Dunking man
Got mouths to feed
Bricks of the white and a pound of weed
Chef kiss when I serve ’em up
I know Gordon Ramsay would be proud of me

[Verse 5: Pete]
Clean as a cut, TCP
Eyes on the block, CCTV
And I ship packs like DPD
So the boys on the beat won’t leave us be
I’m cooling baby
Sipping on a glass of the bourbon, baby
Look son, I’m a superstar
And that’s why your girl wanna fornicate me

[Verse 6: Bas]
Whip German, a Guten Tag
Quick puff on a Cuban dart
If a man don’t play their part
Act up, get shot like a movie star
Slick demeanour
You know me cool like Miss Davina
If a man try cross the line
I’ll get hit with more than a misdemeanour

[Chorus: Pete & Bas]
Chin wag in a boozer
Quick count of the mula
Boy talk to me nicely or it’s
Click bang with the Ruger, uh
Neck five of the Jackson’s
Straight face when I backed ’em
And if he’s talking figures then man
I’m down for some action
Tall glass of the Gordon’s, ta
Hallmark on me Audemars
Tom Ford on me neck, me wrist
You get hit with the whiff when I’m walking past
Dripped out, Aquafina
Get loud, back the nina
If a goddamn toaster jams
I jump out the jar and I slap the geezer