Nobody

[Intro] (Who, who, who, wah', who?) You know dem man deh'? I don’t know dem man deh' (Who, who, who, wah', who?) You know dem man deh? (Who?) [Hook: J Spades] Nobody Got all the talk, 'bout all the guns, but no bodies Bitch look pretty, but some of them gyal deh, got no bodies 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobodies Nigga lets bark, don’t take talk from nobody Cause I don’t know these niggas My niggas don’t know these niggas So no love I show these niggas 'Cah they're nobody Make the lead spark, don’t take talk from nobody 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobody [Verse 1: MoStack] N/A inna 'dis Banging out spades in the whip (wo, wo, wo) Yo bro, if you’re ready for the ting We gon' need space in the whip (bring that chrome) I chat to gyal, when I’m taking a shit Mo are you taking the piss? (no, no, no) Yo I wanna wear this outfit twice But I can’t if I take this pic Oi, where you from where you live (oh, wo, wo, wo) Are you bloods, are you crips? What’s your name, who you is? Why you lookin' like this? I don’t know this prick I don’t know these dons Where do they know me from? Got me feeling like Stormzy, still Why's your badge on the right? Where you get that Stony from? I don’t think that shit’s real The police said "we know, that you know the name" "Tell us, and you could be home today" At 7pm, I said "no" to Jakes If that was you, you'd be home by eight If that was you, you would'a told on me Rumour is these niggas wanna roll on me They hate my name, caught no body It’s peak now, the hit mans owed money Run up in your car like (doomp, doomp) Get out me car like (vroom, vroom) Your team sounds like (pew, pew) And our team sounds like (Boom, Boom!) (Bang), C4 One shot, two shot, three, four Run hide, nee-naws Them guys leave yours [Hook: J Spades] Nobody Got all the talk, 'bout all the guns, but no bodies Bitch look pretty, but some of them gyal deh, got no bodies 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobodies Nigga lets bark, don’t take talk from nobody Cause I don’t know these niggas My niggas don’t know these niggas So no love I show these niggas 'Cah they're nobody Make the lead spark, don’t take talk from nobody 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobody [Verse 2: Swift] I don’t take talk from nobody Gyal give me ugh she too mixed up She tell everybody Man posting pics with a Nokia That that ain’t making moneys Talking about your line on line Bring that phone to the cemetery Trap all the time I am no trap god Get the brick and shut it I like some times with more times Man got the smoke Got the smoke Gotta get the fucking like fuck it And whose strap’s longer than mine Shorty too long And to knows, jab it My mans a cool guy But there’s no way I’m brining to mummy’s Bad b, she a thief She take the buddy Sitting in the T Loads of eating, loads above it Up party with the yuck face You know she ucking If she deader than me Ima die before she get the body Man’s stacking up Ps Man cashing out there the money Man do up that road Them man do road for nuttin’ They know bro got smoke Smokie got your bredrin coughing Them gyal they’re hoes Running up on the road for nuttin’ [Hook: J Spades] Nobody Got all the talk, 'bout all the guns, but no bodies Bitch look pretty, but some of them gyal deh, got no bodies 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobodies Nigga lets bark, don’t take talk from nobody Cause I don’t know these niggas My niggas don’t know these niggas So no love I show these niggas 'Cah they're nobody Make the lead spark, don’t take talk from nobody 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobody [Verse 3: J Hus] Long time I’ve been hoping They don’t kill me over this petty gwap I’ve been sleeping with one eye open Looking like Fetty Wap But I don’t understand homie Back in the day you was the man You use to have it all It’s so sad to watch you fall Remember riding through the ends Five man trying to hold it down Now I don’t ever touch a wheel Boo I get chauffeured ‘round Paiogons caught me lacking And I never got showered J Hus still breathing Cause the shooter was a coward Mr ugly fresher out the fifteen section My YG’s fifteen and he’s fresh out of detention Take him with me Do a broad day booting Feds on me so I spent four days cooling [Hook: J Spades] Nobody Got all the talk, 'bout all the guns, but no bodies Bitch look pretty, but some of them gyal deh, got no bodies 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobodies Nigga lets bark, don’t take talk from nobody Cause I don’t know these niggas My niggas don’t know these niggas So no love I show these niggas 'Cah they're nobody Make the lead spark, don’t take talk from nobody 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobody [Verse 4: Grizzy] Keep it cool, can’t keep the tool He can’t somebody Cause the jakes saw me All my little niggas get it done for me (one fiddy) If I got it with me then I’m definitely getting somebody Couple riddims then I drop the tape now I’m somebody Told you girls you can’t be my girls she just a fuck buddy But she love the brothers and she still around Calling us somebodys I swear I know your face A couple years back you was a nobody And then the other day I must’ve woke up And now you’re somebody Really you ain't gettin now money really Them man said they wanna beef man I was like wait they’re really Fuck all the talk on the net You ain’t really banging out clearly I heard their man they’re snitches I was like don’t come near me Realist, couldn't give a fuck if you don’t think I’m peng But the cats they’re the realist Me, J Hus, J Spades on the tune Everybody wanna hear it All them boys there just rap but They think nobody wanna hear it [Hook: J Spades] Nobody Got all the talk, 'bout all the guns, but no bodies Bitch look pretty, but some of them gyal deh, got no bodies 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobodies Nigga lets bark, don’t take talk from nobody 'Cause I don’t know these niggas My niggas don’t know these niggas So no love I show these niggas So then nobody Make the lead spark, don’t take talk from nobody 'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans? Nobody