X10 Give waps to the soldiers, need us a patch True di gang dem stoners Need one dead, but two is a bonus, under arrest, don't lose composure Will never speak to the Feds comin' like they don't know what the code is Live in the flesh, got no chest, but on the net, man are typin' the boldest We don't get into shootouts cah, the man don't shoot back I pull up and use that, who's that nigga? Boot that Shoot that, get shot in your chest, through your lungs, you can't use that If I jump out the car right now, what I put on my palm, you know I'ma use that We do shootin' wid intent, gun ready fi shoot from mi clip in deh Roll out, wi nuh fear friggin' Feds, Glock a roll out now wid di chip in deh Cyaan diss K, oh yuh friggin' dead, V9 roll wid di friggin' peg S-Killa mek yuh know wah a livin' hell, unnu betta not try diss, you will end Picture side, you best stay there, whatever the weather, we makin' it rain there Chase opps like we chasin' papers, take drops, shotters make way there If cash is maxed, abs is bigs, then hits is gotta be waitin' then Shank called wap, you mad bout fist pissed if you make that mistake there Here roll with the hips you wished I'm free Arrest us like I'm CP free Claim sixteen, now I bun a boy skin Crocodile teeth for my enemies Like Eminem I'm in the 8 dirt mile, don't move right, get put down G9 stop this car right now, lemme hop out and juice that down How can you talk on us? We pull up and hella man dust They get shanked up, but don't keep it up But they give a boop, I ain't got no funds, no guns How can they chat on us? I'm stunned Stappers they movin' nuts It's wrong how'd they lie on us Zinc fence, suh mi gun a beat till him dead Mi run dung and beach, that's the jill chest To how mi gun have features, mi think less Cope weh him tread Dem know mi dark, nuh tink seh Skilly nah Guh kill dem, do no talk, no friggery Roll wid di armour, di crocodile shark, as yuh quint shot gone up in head Big long ting wid di kickstand, kill dem instant, kill from distance Mi nuh wait from people, nuh response, big chopstick weh a rap without ching chong Real murderer, no filters, striker, knock it ginger, gun a kickball Silencer, gun a whisper, bwoy, dem full a big talk, man a big man Circle dem ends in a Fielder, park up di Benz, kill dem in a teether? How mi fi fear dem, dem a eediat, nobody cyaan save dem, no reader Mi gun a buss, nuh feel, gun a cut nuh bleed, di clip a done, no healer Cyaan patch dem up, nuh feel seh is a joke Wi roll up wid di thugs a bare shot Tell me tings filled up with plenty, give away coppers to beggers Opps begged me not to give 'em these pennies Get my boots out and go and test my technique So long for whose feet are heavy, control it, see them press, "Delete" Free the bros, they really on vaults, any little vile gets taken to extreme They love talk on socials, too much talkin' the tings I'm still walking the wing just looking the postal, get crashed by a gang, yeah That's how I put man to see us not sit and make phone calls It's a rebound ting instead, if I ever had to do legs cah I never had it local