Gunshot 'bout punches and fly kicks
Big boss get murdered with sidekicks
These riders ride against cyclists
This spicy food with the spices
Fuck dem gyal and we a fly shit
Diss the link and inna neck we shove icepick
No informer boy we nah have ties with (Anybody dead)
None of them born and nuh want no smoke like a light spliff (Ah)
Bag a hype
Had to buss his head like grab a pipe (Yeah)
Everybody ate, mad appetite (Yeah)
Everybody fed, man strap or die (Ah)
Smash buck up pon him head, mad buck will fly (Yeah)
Everybody dead, bap, bucka bye (Yeah)
Everybody bled when copper fly
And anybody test, man stop him, bye (Ah, ah, ah)
Jealous youts, pricks spike jealousy
Chicks like Hollowman, big bad remedy
Chicken and chips and wings like Tennessee
Bitches just tryna get looks like, "Let me see"
January, March chicks sticks like February
Niggas love bitches and this that chemistry
If a man flip up, man lifts that cemetery
Hollow might run up and kick that penalty (Ah)
Sabotage (Yeah)
Everybody fled, camouflage (Yeah)
Anybody, badman at large (Ah)
Maggie pon him head with the kamikaze (Hol' on)
I'm burnin' man dem from London with the Myalite (Hol' on)
With the rifle dem we acquire from the Israelites (Buss)
Know yourself, before me make your mother miss your life (Ah)
Nuh ramp with Giggs, pussy, this yah nuh no gigabytes
Put you pon a fridge of ice, scan and
Take your picture, right? (Hol' on)
We nuh toy fi dem play with, this anuh Fisher Price
When dem feel say life sacred, dem get a bitter vibes (Ah)
Yeah, me see it as me state it, dem make the trigger rise
Mi gun, it make a bigger noise than
What some bwoy a visualize (Hol' on)
Waan gamble with dem existence, nigga, pick a dice (Bullet)
Watch dem a run, pussy a scatter when the clip a strike
24K there 'round me neck, oh yeah, mi drip a life
Splash like a flipper dive (Drip, drip, drip, drip)
Hahaha
You nuh see dem a waste, a sprat
Remember, nuh waan fi waste no shot
So me fling a knife
Informer tell the police, me nah go be polite (Again)
Dem say dem married to the gun, me never seen no rice
Yo, Giggs (Hol' on), yeah, sekkle weh
The pussy dem lick (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
'Cause it ago hurt fi what me do to dem clique (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Dem a baby, dem fi search around go look fi dem bib (Dem bib)
Out the fucking grave weh man dig, yeah (Burn out)
When me shoot the shot, ah, dem nuh miss, we splendid (Buh-buh)
Bag a strap deh pon we block, nigga, we well defended (Buh)
Dem a baby, tell dem search around go look fi dem bib (Dem bib)
Come make we tell dem yow, Giggs (Hol' on)
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