How Dare They Lyrics – Headie One

[Intro: Digga]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yo, yo)
Yo

[Verse 1: Digga]
Why you think that’s cool putting hands on a girl when you never done s*it to the opps?
It might take some time, but as soon as he clocks, oi, big man, take off your watch (Give me that)
Why you think bare n!ggas are salty? (Huh?)
That’s because they been taking shots
When I was knocking it out of the park and I never had gloves, I was using socks

[Verse 2: Headie One]
How dare they think I was tryna be cordial? One phone call, he’ll have everything loco (Turn, turn, turn)
They did it for socials, now they got bro on the wing with a Wi-Fi dongle
You know how long we been playing football for? Dem man there playing in TOCA Social (Suh, suh, suh)
Had to send bro East for the hammer just like Mark Noble

[Verse 3: Digga]
I’m not a n!gga you can ask for a fade ’cause I’ll literally draw for a blade, yeah
Caught him on the H, had him on an IV, made emergency services turn to his aid
What you saying? That’s a house that your keeping your grade, clean up and take everything that you made
You cuffed a b!tch that tatted my name and speaking of names, who you think came up with— came up with—
They’re gonna say I’m a bully ’cause you ain’t black and that you don’t come from the roads (The roads)
But you was tryna be funny, chatting ’bout money and that’s where you’re getting exposed (The money)
I hate guys that do too much and don’t like me over hoes (Hah)
Ten’ see me come back home with blood on my clothes, if anybody does she knows, yo

[Chorus: Digga & Headie One]
How dare they? (How, how)
How dare they think they can chat about me?
How dare they think they can chat about guns?
How dare they think they can chat about beef?
How dare they? (How, how)
How dare they think they can chat about tweets?
How dare they think they can chat about funds?
How you think the mandem calling me (??)?

[Verse 4: Headie One]
Run up a tab in Louis Vuitton (Money)
She want games, night play bae with her pong
Bunda mad, she stepped out that thong
You ain’t doing something down to your platinum song
How dare they use me for airplay?
Shh got slimed, it was far from heresy
You know where the mandem down for the cause
‘Cause they got to be, coming like the hairspray

[Verse 5: Digga]
If I tell you the truth, don’t judge me, why? I come from the trenches, trust me (Trust me)
I remember my gun was rusty, my clothes was creased and my creps was dusty
I don’t like no hoes that are bougie, usually top tier eaters are ugly
Kick it off, make her start with the balls and now she throwing it back like rugby (Throw it back)

[Verse 6: Headie One]
Never had a drill done clumsy
So you had to sell that burger, Bun B
It was fu*kery how we came in the scene
Bare old school, being in the T like Dundee
Two of them can’t fit in the Birkin 25, but it fits in a 30, trust me (Suh, suh, s-s-suh, suh, s-s-suh)
Trust me

[Chorus: Digga & Headie One]
How dare they? (How, how)
How dare they think they can chat about me?
How dare they think they can chat about guns?
How dare they think they can chat about beef?
How dare they? (How, how)
How dare they think they can chat about tweets?
How dare they think they can chat about funds?
How you think the mandem calling me (??)? (One)