Tempa T - Spray Dem lyrics

Intro: Sometimes I'm just trying to tell people nicely... But they don't want to listen... What's man supposed to do, tryna push man in the corner and that... It's dead for that... Verse 1: We will march in the war See bare man will march to your door Don't talk now, should have asked me before See bare man with masks at your door Don't wanna see me brandish the mac Ring off da ting leave man on the floor You didn't see who boi'd off da ting So you can't get us back in the war Ring off da ting in the place, Ring off the ting at his base Watch man jump out the window, Tryna start up his car Ring off da ting at his car, Watch man fly off da car Startin' the war was a par, Us man ended the war Youse man started the bar, Ring off da ting from far We've gone in the car Hook: You tried to par me!? Cool; I'll come back later Ring off da ting! Ring off da ting! Everyone knows dat I ring off da ting! Jump out the car with a mac, riiiiiiiiiiing, spraaaay dem! Verse 2: Par after Par, I'm parring again Bar after bar, I'm barring again Don't wanna see man startin' again I'm on a hype I'm starting again Draw for the mac I'm harming your friends Dunknow I'm disarming your leng Come around with this same old sh**, I'm gonna go sick and brandish the skeng Ring! All the friends in your car, Ring! The whole left side of your benz Ratata! Watch man jump out the car and leave all his friends Sitting around corners in his true religion jeans and his 1 10's Stupid; He didn't know about me and his mac-10... [Hook] Verse 2 Dem man can't stop phonin' my phone Don't need to tell man leave me alone Back out the mac and ring out ya home Might catch your family in the dome Hits so deep you blow marrow bone (?) Come against me I'm not greazin' it home Don't wanna see feds callin' my phone After I dun your dance on the road Can't cut loose, know that I'm road Don't wanna see them legs done low It's real talk it's real in the zone Dem boys there ain't feelin' the chrome You are not me not a human clone Won't see him around my post code, get pistol whipped head left in a drone See this guy now spittin' out foam [Hook] Outro: Nah! Dem man's always trying to gash da ting why the f** they tryna gash da ting for! Cah man will par man, tryna come inside and do dis ting it's a f**in' myth! I swear I'm gonna- Oi blud- I- (gunshots) Don't think it's f**ing dat! NEXT HYPE!