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After me bring you pon bumclart mic tribute
You come up 'ere and try diss badman
Alright p***y
Run the riddim run the riddim
Run the bloodclart riddim
Hold orn
Run the bloodclart riddim
Man a p***yhole
Man a p***yhole
Shotgun shot pump shot anyone
Diss who Diss them diss anyone
Fire what Fire who Fire aga bun
Black what Black who Black R1
Yeah man made P's man did road
Man move keys man move O's
Mano got a body then he went jail
Served four years Mano came home
Then got another case then I got a case
Back to my ends then I met Nafe
Man don't know I do my ting
Don't f**k with the digits or f**k up the pay
I just went and caught a case
Bust my stick
Been in station for a day
No comments in the interview I ain't got a word to say
Ain't no friend of mine a snitch bust the case or ride the bid
Ain't a n***a serving no time for something man might've did
Yeah I was seventeen when I built a phone
You get that work like you're Calicoe
I was a shooter like Swagger the youngers they must've forgot but you n***as know
What's all the fuss and the talk about
N***as talk s**t tryna draw you out
I just got a lick for a large amount
F**k all the beef look what guns you can order now
Yeah this is not Hollywood
I shot the bobby in front of the Molly shop
Before I bought a box before I bought a Glock
LF to dem ends my n***as we got it locked
N***as talk bodies no bodies drop
After my tape man'll probably stop
You took a L should have got him shot
When you're from the L this is all you've got
Bust my stick with this rusty clip
Light up the strip that you swerve from the feds
Bang bang anywhere
No love in my heart until one of them's dead
This kind of life make you burn your connect
This kind of life make you murder your friend
This kind of life made you
Bang bang anywhere
This kind of life made me
Bust my stick with this rusty clip
Stepped in with sauce on spill
Man can't push my buttons dawg I ain't got no chill
Man stuff corn ina spin ting
I rise that wap then drill
N***as dem thought that I fell off me I've been active still
Still on my ting
Ain't had time for the writing
Doing up curb and grinding
Buss My Stick
My young boy's certi' riding
Jump out the Uber wiling
Bang bang anywhere
Packs on fleek no hyping
Step with sauce man's styling
Buss My Stick
Still gotta mash them reddies
Got no love for a bezzie
What else
My hand ting clip all bendy
More time I call that lengthy
These man nothing but banter real funny man like Eddie
Ten toes broad day with the wappa I see a whole team get leggy
Them boy there just petrified
When I back my wap on a main have your whole block doing exercise
Man run man duck man hide certain man do electric slide
Live corn gon crash out the car switch that in Enterprise
I've been drilling from way back when the green light go get your guys
I've been out here patterned
Them boy there eat rations
The whole of the pack got flattened
Me I ain't into the bragging
But I be getting this cash in
Twenty-four's on jug hell of mileage in the wagon
Broke n***as them move like faggot
