No Chorus
Ayo, hey
Brumtown to the West Side, we let corn fly
Beatin' off bare 'bine
Ayy, grrt
Real shooters
Bro said "Come", say no more, say less
Sm1, man, drop two latex
Best friend Weston, yes, let's make mesh
Chef them, chef them, blood on the payment (wet 'em up, wet 'em up)
I don't why-, he lied, this- guy
I put a wap to his head (brrt)
You should've saw the way- cried
The engine light just come up on the dash
Bro askin', "What's wrong?" Ain't no vehicle expert
Used to make girl come over in the mornin'
When she ask, "Where?", I say "A quick adventure" (it's cool)
Need more nine milli' dentures (baow)
Bro, don't run man, must be the leg work (baow)
Old MSG, just breathe like Skechers
Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors (woi-oi)
You tried makin' a drink, it was gone in a blink
You know we got Nesquik (take that)
If I pull up on opps and MM shootin' a vid
I ain't movin' selective (yo take that)
Four-four corners affective
Won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives (boop-boop)
If the camera man get smoked, that's his own fault
But that weren't the objective
More time I don't even send out a text
'Cah Lyca Mobile's tryna limit man's usage (brr)
While in den I was sendin' the red man
I free filter live, bitch, I grab mans movin' (got him)
It's mad 'cah my brownin's clueless
Said, "What's with the petrol?"
I just done a bootin'
I just laugh to myself on the sly
We know what you're on, there's no need to prove it (haha)
Yo, where's the chorus?
We don't need no chorus
Pull down the .45, lift up the Taurus
We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, lol
Pick up your borers
They need to open saunas
The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres
Man still take the risk like Tallerz
Jamaican ting, let the food just flush
If it's a raid that the jakes try hit (she baddie)
And she still get vexed up north 'cause she don't know who persuasion is
Three man in a plated whip
Pullin' up on estates where pagans live (skrrt)
And this ting soon get poppin'
Some man ain't shottin', man savin' sticks
If I tell yardman lock, cock it, don't stop 'til you take his wig
Them man there, those some brazen picks
Feed them boy corn like some cravin' kids (woosh)
Chattin' to girl and creatin' fibs
Like they don't know who done made it lit
I'm an English gyal want war, 'cause she think I flew in my Bajan bitch
My blue foot gyal love me and my lingo-lingo
Ooh, she wan' Mandingo (goody)
As a matter of fact, the bitch went black, and left that gringo (yeah, yeah)
Look through the window (wait deh, wait deh)
Ain't that-, though?
It is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto
Spilt some juice, try give man Cinco, Cinco (ching)
Bro said his light comes better than mine, let's go compare it's simple (simple)
OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do)
Pistol filled with bells (yeah)
And watch them man run when it jingles
Got stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot bangin' sprinkles (boom-boom)
Get man pissed off, shots get licked off
Po-po pulled up, Pizz got ticked off
Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up
Never did scab ups, still got picked off
Lean and mix up, shit goes tits up
Might get dipped up and get switched off
Kill confirmed, had peers concerned
That bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off
Yo, where's the chorus? (Woi-woi)
We don't need no chorus
Pull down the .45, lift up the Taurus (grrt)
We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, lol
Pick up your borers
They need to open saunas
The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres
Man still take the risk like Tallerz
Yo, where's the chorus?
We don't need no chorus
Pull down the .45, lift up the Taurus
We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, lol
Pick up your borers
They need to open saunas
The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres
Man still take the risk like Tallerz
Yo what's the verse?
We don't need no verse
Man rise up and try put him in a hearse
Who's that bro? Put it in reverse
You get me?
Fourth time out of jail
Still ain't cut my nails
Oh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell
Haha