Faze Miyake - El Peñol lyrics

[Verse] I be in a bashment dancehall with dem 'Gnac-ing it till it's morning again Seen one ting will dance round ahead My brownskin ting was due fi get bred But I couldn't take the talk in my head So it weren't much more than Hilton getting spread I was in a Volkswagen tryna get bread I was in an RX tryna get head I was in [?], not Greggs Illegitimate in my legitimate ped Riding dirty with nine Zs Shotting four [?] down the five that's left I do food moves, not auto theft Pa**ed on the road, didn't do no test Blast at your nose if you hoot, I'll spread You and who will dead if you touch Anyone in my team that par on the Gaza Worked out easy, whiteboard marker Man ah move sleazy, dig out a gyal And mek a next gyal s** it off after Mind over money like a Lewisham grafter Won't get a plaster You'll be needing if you touch my [?] When we come round, no smiles and laughter Tears and frowns, shook eyes and drama Since day one, said I won't have nada Raised on my own, one mum, no father Never had a job, I got a phone and a charger And a grade man that move like farmer You can get kick inna your chest, that's Sparta This ting [?] Spend nights listening to DJ Ghana Bagging up food, then going lab after Money upfront if you want that verse Rob big food, not grandma's purse Tell 'em if I want it, then the P's getting jerked Either way, I make sure that's worth One thing I was taught from birth Man hits you, then you've gotta hit back But now I'd rather hit first Never catch me in traff, I swerve Always in a rush, got cats to serve MJ thinks that I just move herb More fool her cause I've got that dirt [?] I stick it up her skirt Rocks near my arse, get it gone quick, fast Wrap it in tissue so it don't hurt OT, I don't move that on turf Deep in the Blue but man ah still surf My yout, I was frontline, from longtime Them dibby dons couldn't run up on mine I was at base, fried rice till I got on mine My ting blow up the roads like a landmine Ikkle man Omen gang was alongside Pap a man's face front when it's hot time Likkle man ain't got packs? Then it's on sight You can get your don light, my yout I was frontline, from longtime Them dibby dons couldn't run up on mine I was at base, fried rice till I got on mine My ting blow up the roads like a landmine Ikkle man Omen gang was alongside Kweff a man's face front when it's hot time If you ain't got packs, then it's on sight, you can get Mum told me black people can't get headlice When I come through, man ah come through nice Make me a sarsaparilla with ice Plantain with the corned beef and rice Make that twice Cuh I'm coming through with one of my guys Me and my FT eat same time Could've been a dinner or could've been a line Still I'm on the grind still when I'm on the field sh** gets real Taking the back roads for Hot Wheels Tryna get rid of the tings I sealed Even weight and it all concealed Me and bro like [?] and Phil Try run up and we'll clart at will Spark your grill like a gas cooker Got a YG frontline with the jooker Bun up some, get your brudda and your pooper With an old school shooter like Doonga And we're thumping Mavado and Munga In the basement talking about big business, free Joey Business When I see that, six is getting lifted Gyal with a big back, she's gifted Gave her pipe when the skirt got lifted Told her drive while I grab them big bits Back with the bronem, make big hits Bonus if a b**h got big tits Cuh man ah set up shop with the b**hes Couldn't care if the b**h got b**h kids Cuh man ah put a crop where the kick is Still tryna make that gwop for the riches Man came up broke on biscuits [Outro] Malted milk, DD Custard creams, ginger nuts All of dem bloodclart depressing ting dere