Sidewinder

[Verse 1: God's Gift] Know we, dem nuh know we Dem fassyhole dem nuh know we Know we, seh dem nuh know we Dem fassyhole dem nuh know we Know we, dem nuh know we Dem fassyhole dem nuh know we Know we, seh dem nuh know we Dem fassyhole dem nuh know we [Verse 2: Tinchy Stryder] Yeah, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers Raise them high up, yeah, gun fingers And it's not a long ting, just gun fingers Yeah, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers Raise them high up, yeah, gun fingers And it's not a long ting, just gun fingers [Verse 3: Flowdan] Ayo, I am the big Flowdan Otherwise known as Mr. Sandman Fling 'em inna quicksand, inna trash can From microphone stand some bwoy get prang Run up on your whole crew, blaze any gang I'm a lyrical gangster, lyrical dan man My style isn't a counteraction We buss the place with the big mic man [Verse 4: Prince Rapid] Ugh! Watch the way that I spray Hey, don from back in the day Hey, wanna make dough like Dre Hey, make couple grand in a day Ugh! Watch the way that I spray Hey, don from back in the day Hey, wanna make dough like Dre Hey, make couple grand in a day [Verse 5: Wiley] It's Wiley and I'm getting 'em hyper I get 'em dirty like a baby diaper When I'm on the riddim, I'm a lyrical sniper All badbwoy dem fi flash your lighter It's gun season, millimetre Who wan' fi test? Dem get di beater We bun fire pon all informer And we bun them with the red heatseeker [Verse 6: Shifty Rydos] Shifty don't eff about, eff about Eff about, then you'll get the tool in your mout' Shifty don't wanna ramp, wanna ramp Wanna ramp? Then you're gonna get a hot stamp Shifty don't eff about, eff about Eff about, then you'll get the tool in your mout' Shifty don't wanna ramp, wanna ramp Wanna ramp? Then you're gonna get a hot stamp [Verse 7: Skepta] Bare wasteman wanna diss my tune Same wasteman wanna spit on my tune Wasteman bars can't fit on my tune Try hard, still sound shit on my tune Producers wanna bootleg my tune Clash me and end up dead on my tune Just a little reminder of my tune It was gunshots in Sidewinder for my tune [Verse 8: Jammer] It's the Murkle Man Never gonna flex like Urkel, man Come to your ends and circle, man All for the green and purple, man 'Cause, 'cause, it's the Murkle Guy Never gonna flex like Urkel, guy Come to your ends and circle guy All for the green and purple, guy [Verse 9: Slix] Big shot, big shot, pump pumper Big shot, big shot, pump pumper Big shot, big shot, pump pumper Pump with the pumpy, man are pumper Big shot, big shot, pump pumper Big shot, big shot, pump pumper Big shot, big shot, pump pumper Down, down, down, down [Verse 10: Trim] Understand fully My playground; I play the bully Blud, I'll creep up in a hoodie Holes in your woolly and your girl's noonie Test Trim? How could he? You'll crumble like cookie Wanna bet? We'll take it to the bookie Get slewed like now [Verse 11: Dirty Danger] Yeah, I'm Dirty Dangerous You can't move to Dangerous That girl knows I'm Dangerous She wants to roll with Dangerous I'm Dangerous, Dangerous To your daughter, I'm Dangerous Eff up a man, that's Dangerous Was a good girl, now she's dangerous