Steff Lazarus

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na (suck yuh mada)
Yeah, hey (Twinkle)
Goodbye

You must name Steff Lazarus
Rise from di dead a gi' me chat, how this possible?
Who put you inna di midfield when dem know seh you cyaan' tackle?
Weh you know 'bout war? Pussy, come yah make me gather you
World done know weh you and yuh family overseas a do
You sacrifice yuh daddy, shoulda sacrifice yuh bredda too
And stop try pick up badness and go read yuhlikkle son a book
Man a tun you inna poppy show, that is not a good look
Bitch, stop fool yuhself, from me respond yuh foot get bruk
Don't size up, you a di only gyal me hear seh gi' way free fuck
Masicka and Tory Lanez cum inna yuh mouth
Drake never gi' you di song but you gi' him a good suck (gweh)
You is not no gangsta, let's be realistic
Anywhere me a buck you, me a go deal wid you wicked
You take di whole day to drop a song and me nuh impressed
When you did young you fucked yuh uncle, that a incest
You can keep di drugs fi yourself and Princess cah you
Say your people sell coke, it make sense now
Just a expose yourself but you a look clout
If you a go watch mi pussy know weh you a talk 'bout
Di boy was never seventeen, Miss shitty mouth
Your bredda breed a fourteen-year-old and you bail him out
Then you go gi' her mada hush money, jancrow
All me know is my family a nuh arms house
Me tell you yuh a baby
You run go find gyal go team up wid, dis is crazy
Me nuh take coke, stink pussy gyal, yuh facesty
Take a African man fi you start push bravery (why?)

Stop pose fi di 'Gram, you look sad-like
Meet me pon di battlefield, shoot or die
Say you a top gyal and you a dry cry
Mi pussy stay pon yuh mind a that's why
Stop act fi di 'Gram, you look fool-like (dummy)
Meet me pon di battlefield, shoot or die
You and di botch-body doll too badmind
Me can defend misefelf, weh you feel like?

Me a di baddest, wid me a di last one a stand
You a like lightwork, you a quick slam bam
Try know me nuh ramp, and mi gun nah fucking jam
Stop call Pardi name, relax yuhself before me reach London
Find yuh house and bun it down, dah dutty bitch yah must be dumb
I don't give a fuck no more if you nuh stop me nah done
K Mob did warn you, yes now, you got di right one
Kill di whole generation, yuh mumma a did next one
Tell her, leff young boy mek him fuck di young gyal dem
A use yuh daughter money mind man, hear deh
She run go fuck Beenie Man, dat a no hearsay
She a dash pussy from she have you inna belly
Like is a family ting, you breed from you a fifteen
Focus pon yuhself, a weh di fuck you want wid me?
Make you never talk a you di rapper boy dem battery? (Talk 'bout dat)
Who dem deh pon di sound? None a unnuh cyaan' beat me

Stop pose fi di 'Gram, you look sad-like (eediat)
Meet me pon di battlefield, shoot or die
Say you a top gyal and you a dry cry
Mi pussy stay pon yuh mind a that's why
Stop act fi di 'Gram, you look fool-like
Meet me pon di battlefield, shoot or die
You and di botch-body doll too badmind
Me can defend misefelf, weh you feel like?

Me n'affi siddung wid no gyal and plan
Me a bomboclaat don and me nuh fuck batty man
What di fuck? Since you need back-up
A better you did go call your stud aunty or your batty man cousin
And di, di, di drag queen nephew fi come talk fi you because
You sound stupid, shut the fuck up

And a which duppy dat you put pon di intro?
Di same Christan gyal weh a sell fuck, a mussi Candy
Gimmicks this
Over

No gyal nowhere
No gyal no day
Unnuh haffi group up and me nah ask you
Me a real bomboclaat bad gyal (go suck yuh mumma)
And me stand up pon dat firm
Memba a me say, "which gyal can say she stress me out?"
Ohh, Twinkle