UNDA DIRT

[Intro: Tommy Lee Sparta, Popcaan & Masicka] Mhmmmm Un-unruly Genahsyde enuh Unruly Grung dem Money nuff, mi nah lie And it nah done [Chorus: Popcaan, Masicka & Tommy Lee Sparta] Dem coulda run inna di church (Grung) Killa wi guh put dem under dirt (Grung) Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii) Killa wi guh put dem under dirt (Grung, dem under dirt) Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii) [Verse 1: Masicka] Wul on Cah man ah fire first, wi never yet pose Face gone, dem want ah next nose Strap up with mi owna tings Di chrome ah rinse like wet clothes Gunshot when mi ketch foes Grave ah dig, dem gyal ah lef' rose Close range, yeah wi get close From mi ah likkle bit ah bwoy mi ah mek ghost Suh mi ah chill wid ah gyal pon di West coast An' she ah sing fi di don 'til she get hoarse Money and duppy wi mek most Dem nuh like see wi wrist and wi neck froze An wi a lock down the world and ah tek shows Murder when time the 'Tec show Everybody know seh ah pussy dem deh, and if night tun day dem expose (Wul on) Look inna e gun Man lay down flat and look inna e sun (Wah gwan) Long time mi tell yuh seh mi tell yuh doh Mi tell yuh dem just ah carry gun (Wul on deh) Look inna e gun (Boom) Shot bruk him foot as him run (Wah gwan) Long time mi tell yuh seh mi tell yuh doh Mi tell yuh dem just ah carry gun [Chorus: Popcaan] Dem coulda run inna di church Killa wi guh put dem under dirt Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii) Killa wi guh put dem under dirt Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii) [Verse 2: Tommy Lee] Di dawg dem run inna yuh house like ah inna Narcos Pussy affi dead, even if dem rush yuh gah Hope Boil arff cah mi buss mi gun inna him mouth O-One inna yuh face infront ah di court house (Killa) Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em (Killa) Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em (Rich) Million, billion, trillion Dawg wi ah killin' dem fi-li-li shi-lli-lling Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em My fre-le-len de-le-lem run yuh dung, gun yuh dung Middle day wi-lli-lling killin' 'em Rifle lif' up and ah buss Rise up di Ca-Calico Zoom up dem head pon mi scope Buss dem throat like goat Mi nuh join lippin', or nuh runnin', or nuh joke Boy try run and anuh Bolt Boy skin bun and anuh coke Him shout out God anuh nuh oath [Chorus: Popcaan] Dem coulda run inna di church Killa wi guh put dem under dirt Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii) Killa wi guh put dem under dirt Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii)