Aye, Borja
Aye, fuck it up(Jaja), fuck it up, fuck it
It's YG 4 Hunnid
Say this na my section, yeah (fuck it up, ay!)
Whether them like or them look like o, yeah (fuck it up, fuck it up, ay!)
This year, we dey give them high tension (fuck it up, ay! Fuck it up)
And I'ma tag man like wristband (where you from? Fuck it up, ay!)
You know my style, e be high tension
And now my name dem ah try mention
Mi ting dem na'ave no license, yeah (ay)
Me buy a strap with a silencer (West Side)
Magazine with the extension
Send him to another dimension (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Dun know mi have it 'pon mi dawg
Might leave in a body bag (in a body bag)
From this side, this side, this side
This side, this side, this side (ay)
From the motherland to the motherfucking motherland
Deuce-deuce, duece-five, and a MAC 11
Them .223 shells send yo' ass to heaven
I got a bag, that's the only thing I'm telling
You ain't really gangsta, I can tell you be yelling, ay
The Glock got kick like FIFA
The Glock and Nina, and it make you do the Macarena
On this side, the Glock, now probably need it
On this side, we fucking hoes named Taiquita
Ay, body bags on body bags
Whack ya whole hood out on the wall
Twisting up my fingers, put 'em all in ya face (4 Hunnid)
Shoot out in broad day, we play too much GTA
You bombaclots know that I don't play (bombaclots)
You bombaclots, see me and hate (bombaclots)
You bombaclots ain't got no bank (bombaclots)
On yo' side, is yellow tape
From this side, this side, this side
This side, this side, this side, yeah
You know my style e be
Why e be, parental advisory
My guys them be Shatta Movement for life you see
Walahi, I say I go die for my guys, I say
My life, e be real life no be lies you see, yeah
Don't par with no waste man
My people don make am
Bare grips man a try, try, try
(Foreign ting 'pon my side, side, side)
You know my style, e be high tension
And now my name dem ah try mention
Mi ting dem na'ave no license, yeah (ay)
Me buy a strap with a silencer (West Side)
Magazine with the extension
Send him to another dimension (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Dun know mi have it 'pon mi dawg
Might leave in a body bag (in a body bag)
You know my style, e be high tension
And now my name dem ah try mention (ay)
Mi ting dem na'ave no license, yeah (ay)
Me buy a strap with a silencer (ay)
Magazine with the extension
Send him to another dimension
Dun know mi have it 'pon mi dawg
Might leave in a body bag
From this side, this side, this side
This side, this side, this side
Yeah, from this side, this side, this side
This side, this side, this side (whack yo' hood out nigga, 4 Hunnid!)
Yeah, from this side, this side, this side
This side, this side, this side, yeah
From this side (shades on in the midnight)
This side, this side, this side
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