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[Chorus] Spitting with the hats Spitting the kicks and the claps Send man a transfer BACS My name's staying on the map Yeah, spitting with the hats Spitting the kicks and the claps Send man a transfer BACS My name's staying on the map [Verse] Stand back, let me launch an attack Bumbahole, I got bars on tap Everybody's got a wap until the wap jams up Look now, ain't nobody got a wap No cap, I was in a room trapped The trap stinks like vomit and cats The trap stinks like garbage bags Real trap man know it's real talk when I chat 570S it's all black Being here, you coulda never called back 'Cause you wish that I woulda quit But I can't fall back You will never get the passport back Done all the half talk chat 'Cause, I run all the forecourt inna these flats I came to let all the people know I only come with the facts Stand back when I chat, let me ransack I plan forward, I never plan back Me number one, they could never stand back But I got the juice to sell so let me can that Anything they can't control, they ban that Then they tax the shit like 'take some of that' Everybody looking wanna make some of that Hm, bread, let's break some of that Yo, gyal ah want thrills Catch me in the club with a Zeze Millz Yeah, gyal ah wan' flex It's okay gyal, flex on your ex 'Cause you heard that your man was with a gyal inna Straford Rex And he didn't answer your text Your friend told you, now you're vexed She was like, "what'd you expect?" Me and my gyal are fine I don't want yours, I only want mine Buy a house, hers and mine Buy a land, hers and mine Buy a car, hers and mine For the one bag of gyal, I ain't got no time 'Cause some gyal wanna be cruel to be kind Mind your business, I will mind mine William, get a million I beg unnu fi listen the style I'm giving 'em Put your hands in the air, haha Give me some years, I'll be a millionaire, haha I told them like William, get a million I beg unnu fi listen the style I'm giving 'em Put your hands in the air, haha Give me a year, I'll be a millionaire, haha I told them like it's Wiley and I'm getting 'em hyper I get 'em dirty like a baby diaper Who's on the riddim? The lyrical sniper All bad bwoy dem fi flash your lighter Wiley and I'm getting 'em hyper I get 'em dirty like a baby diaper Who's on the riddim? The lyrical sniper All bad bwoy dem fi flash your lighter See me just ah creep pon di riddim like a spider Nuff ah dem are my yout, nuff ah dem are minor I'm a cold rider, gyal finder Now we're gonna kill it with a 16 liner Draw for the niner You thought I was a first timer I'm the Roll Deep rhymer Watch when I come, I'ma be a chart climber Now we gotta kill it with the- Oi, stupid You don't wanna come here and be stupid The last soundboy that tried to be stupid Left in a bodybag, stupid That's what he got for being stupid Oi, stupid You don't wanna come here and be stupid The last soundboy that tried to be stupid Left in a bodybag, stupid That's what he got for being stupid [Chorus] Spitting with the hats Spitting the kicks and the claps Send man a transfer BACS My name's staying on the map Yeah Spitting with the hats Spitting the kicks and the claps Send man a transfer bats My name's staying on the map, like