[Sample: PAUG vs Heartless Crew]
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
(Slow down)
Run the bloodclart riddim
Man a p**yhole
Man a p**yhole
[Hook: Wiley][x2]
Shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone
Diss who? Diss, them, diss anyone
Fire what? Fire who? Fire aga bun
Black what? Black who? Black R1
[Verse 1: Young Kye]
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** with the digits or f** 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 sh**, tryna draw you out
I just got a lick for a large amount
f** 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)
[Hook: Wiley][x4]
[Verse 2: Reds]
Stepped in with sauce on spill
Man can't push my bu*tons, dawg I ain't got no chill
Man stuff corn this 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, I'm grinding
My young boy's certi' riding
Jump out the Uber wiling
Hat's on fleek, no [?]
Step with sauce, man's styling
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, had the block look exercise
Man run, man duck, man hide, certain man do electric slides
Life corn go crash out the car, switch that in Enterprise
I've been drilling from point but when the beat 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 [?] in a wagon
Broke n***as, them move like f*ggot
[Hook: Wiley][x2]